LiVE MAG!

Illustrations from the
Dictionary of Dreams

anti-form:
The hours have gotten cruel.
They don’t humor me.
Hand in hand in
hand they dance circles around the clock
then reverse into
days that taunt the room.

spirit:
My guides draw back.
Through histories of nows that are all
this moment. The wind
holds a breath waits
till I’m convinced I’m
alone.

conflation:
The trees offer themselves
wave me toward the slope
they climb lure me
into a bed of moss. The distraction
unwinds. Along the edges mapping this self
flesh dissolves.

nondual:
The glimpse
you wedge through the crowd
breaks the vacuum sealed with your absence.
Your eyes
touch like hands
my body won’t forget.

epigenesis:
Past a thinning membrane of dark
form resumes shape.
Substance and mass coalesce
your body reassembles. I
see beyond you
with your eyes.