Lucid Dreams

“… MIND: Mind, Identity, Neural, and Dreaming Police” – Said Jack.

A Beheaded Cart

Each morning, my grandfather woke up to study this ageless image as he glided over her translucent skin, high-arching cheeks, and sleep-fluttery eyelashes.

The Butterflies are Laughing

He laughs and I respond by laughing and Nomi joins and the space of our car is filled with laughs and butterflies and butterflies and laughter.

Janusz Courts Dinah

“She’ll be back” – my mother reassured her nervously, fighting a losing battle with the spot – “She has nowhere else to go. He shares the same room with his mother. She watches over him relentlessly. If you ask me, there is something unhealthy going on between these two. No wonder he is like that.”

Folie a Plusieurs

“Mass hallucinations do happen.” – I conceded – “But, I have never seen UFOs or the Virgin Mary on television.”

Nothing is Happening at Home

Mother tells me not to say anything at school about what is happening at home. Nothing is happening at home.