I posted one of the poems I had published at The Bakery before it closed shop and here are the other two that used to live there. A friend of mine who was making zines wanted me to write a dream narrative for him to illustrate, so I wrote the following prose poem. Even though … Continue reading Two Poems Reheated
The 5YO told me a dream: I went on a walk and I found the pond. (The one we walk to behind our place, though it sounds like she’s discovering it here in some dream geography.) I saw a copperhead and he tried to get me, but I punched him in the face. (There are … Continue reading Annotated Dreams and Swamp Things
For part of our summer reading assignments, we are responding to a few of Poe’s short stories. After reading “The Black Cat,” I’ve asked students to respond with a story or a response about their own fears. I wish I could say I had an interesting personal fear. I’m not talking about the fear of … Continue reading One Snake, Two Snake, Red Snake, Blue Snake
Chase two wombats, catch none. I told him that it’s pretty messed up that his reference for country music was the Dire Straits. It’s hard to muster school spirit when I can’t even cheer for myself. He was right when he said you don’t have to write to please some old, dead author. I would … Continue reading Towards a complete thought.
It’s rare that I ever have a creatively useful dream. Most of the time my dreams are more like murmurs in a theater or bad action movie sequences. Not much useful there. Every now and then something happens that just stays with me. Here is one of the very few poems that I have pieced … Continue reading My dreams rarely interfere.
Stephen McClurg 