Dreams of Bears

I had my first dream about you last night:
I got the news that you had been mauled by a bear.
And I heard myself asking the question:
“Is he alright?”
And I knew that couldn’t be right.
And then my mind said:
No, it wasn’t the bear.
The bear was just the last thing
in a whole series of unfortunate things.
But that’s how it went.
That’s exactly how it happened.
Now, when someone asks me
the inevitable question of why you’re not here,
I’m going to tell them it was just the last bear.

Do Cats Dream of Tender Vittles?

Gilda Radner talks in her sleep. Her ears jerk in crazy trembles and she smacks about like heaven is one big bag of Tender Vittles.

I’m not getting a kick-back from Friskies. I don’t owe Morris a thing.


I picture them dreaming of flying fish.

I wonder what cat dreams look like? Or anyone’s dreams, really, other than my own. Does Gilda dream of floating bowls of cream or mice with wings? Or lizards on roller skates zipping past the crack of the door?

Sometimes she shoves her sister-cat, and it reminds me of being a kid and having to share a bed with my younger sister and her flying elbows.

I used to dream about boxing matches and wake up with my sister’s elbow in my ribs.

But they purr and snore on, never minding the occasional elbow. For the most part, neither did I.

Do they still make Tender Vittles?

A La Madrague

La Madrague is playing…

I don’t know what it means,
but I see painted toenails
tickling the surface of water,
and I want to wander
with my arms spread,
painted fingernails
brushing at the arms of air.

And I’m in a long dress…

which a short girl should never wear,
but I don’t care what the papers say
I am having a La Madrague day.

Whatever it means.

Between Bands at the Warby Parker Circus


Make a Wish

The wind,
A baby crying,
A dog,
The sun,
And me.
Between bands at the Warby Parker circus
Between the acts, The parallax,
The girls on stilts,
I want to be a girl in a sequined suit, Riding a pony with a pink ostrich feather
And a crown,
Part of the greatest show on earth,
The one that happens between the bands
In the Warby Parker Circus.

Eidetic Dreams

I want to be a photographer. 
I  have always wanted to wander the angles of the world.
To frame the images with words.

38-and-a-Half Street Pond

And the pond was green with life (and everything)

My recent practice of observation days, of taking one day out of the week to do just that ~ to wander, to capture, to be inspired, and to describe what I see in the pockets of my city, in the shadows of the angles of the buildings and their signs ~ has made it clear to me.

It is the combination of words and pictures that move me most.

And then I recalled; I wrote a screenplay at the age of thirteen.

It is the combination of words and pictures that move me most.