I am sad that I often wake up with no memory of a DREAM: no snippets of nighttime imaginings run rampant, no perplexing stories to interpret. Alas, I do not think that I can command my brain to produce nightly adventures, no internal EDICT would work. You might wonder what drives me to want a sleep interrupted by weird nighttime meanderings. After all, we often speak of dreamless sleep as extra restful. But I am feeling the lack of mystery and wonder. I want to WIDEN my experience of self, of my own marvelous brain. To enjoy a catalog of unconscious ramblings, perhaps even develop an INDEX to the secret, curious parts of my self. What an exciting thing that would be – a sense that I have not figured myself out completely. Might even make me feel hopeful.

Georg’ann

WHEAT in the fields never SPOKE 
about bread at least 
not while I was listening

encapsulated, the DIVER descends 
into depths that speak silently 
She, a pillar of salt unable 
to dissolve, wrapped as she is

We IDLED away our days 
gathering a meaningless INDEX 
Yet in the end learned nothing 
from the land nor the sea.

Heather