Dreamed a day
In the cedar forest
With a friend
Who wouldn’t look at me

Broke the angel
Looking for light

Dreamed a victory
Of angels over death
From the perspective
Of the fog

Griffin, frog, fish
One is beautiful
The others are miserable

Would rather
Have a baby
Then apply to a job

In a tower
Up against
My thinking’s ghost

The blue seraphins
Giving a puppet a soul

Some of the worst ideas
Get documented

A Tom Hanks sex dream
Floating like a highway


Feeling my reflection in the world
Rejecting the photograph

There is such a thing as too much free time
Roses entwined with eucalyptus

Little strategies of ritual and design
Marking a heaven
Which passes shortly 

To be conscious of death
Crumpling time & desire
I run to you

The waxing ocean
Of my karma
Spies of god

Looked up bucolic
Means a pleasant countryside;
A pastoral poem

The end is a shore
From your window to mine
Mythical hawk, first pull

is a poet living in Northampton MA. Her chapbook Venus in November is available from b l u s h.