A sleep short story about the power of love — I’m not sure why it tried to take me. I’m not sure why it tried to take me. Or how many others had been taken before me. All I knew was that it was evil. I could feel it with every nerve in my body as it dragged me down into the depths of its wet, cold, terrifying world. I’m also not sure how I managed to escape…

A poem about the tall tales I dream up in my sleep — Have you ever dozed and found yourself off in a magical land or slightly odd spot? Where do you wander your subconscious mind and what types of tall tales take you at bedtime? I find my sleep brain visits one of two sights, depending I guess on my mood that night. Either…

A theme park poem about Universal Studios Hollywood — Here we come a wizarding Among this magical world Riding thrills and casting spells And feeling my heart awhirl Exploring the secrets of The Forbidden Journey inside Or soaring on a Hippogriff On a brief but gripping ride It’s the closest thing to being A student at Hogwarts school Hanging with Harry…

A small poem about dreaming big —

A poem flowing from the stream of daydream consciousness — Sometimes I wake And wonder if I’m awake or if I’m still dreaming Still laid in this bed Scheming Seeming real But it doesn’t quite feel Or just keeps repeating Forever yet fleeting Never fully receding Just spinning on and on Whirling and turning Twirling and yearning For a world unfurling That sends me reeling Out of control Down the rabbit hole And on and on In slow…

A poem about the power of self love… —

A poem about being scared sh*tless and staying strong — Is this ache like the searing drear that with sheer fear shakes the atmosphere I felt such shake that younger year when in tear gave wake to the natural steer Or is it like that familiar fall that before befell from within this wall However it appear it takes all the…

A poem written while stuck circling on a plane waiting to land — This seat I am in Its fraught feels the same While I’m stuck in one spot Aboard this damn plane If ground could be ta’en Or simply sustained In some artificial way As to prevail this plane I might find myself Less acquainted with pain And less likely to be Pawn to the…

A poem version of Joe Dispenza’s daily meditation — INDUCTION Sit down now and let yourself sink into your seat Remain alert while you relax your forehead to your feet Take a few deep breaths to relax your mind and body In your nose, out your mouth, long, slow, and steady Your mind becomes present as you continue rhythmically And in…