We tell ourselves tales, quivering emulsions of things we wish we said, or dreamt for, or dream of— before suspended hours dissolve into day— where we abide these best and worst versions, blended iterations of fiction and nonfiction. Precision proves a poor editor, falling under memory’s sway, crediting a redacted narrative. Interpretation is your best… Continue reading We Tell Ourselves Tales
Tag: dreams
Psychomancy
Tonight the sky is singing in a low voice and I am in steady collusion with memory lying, still, in my truth in diminished view, spinning to note on waking lost impressions What is there to see, outlines that quiver against the backs of my eyes, blurry playactors – These are necessary bargains: I will… Continue reading Psychomancy
In pieces we reassemble with edges a little more ragged. I am, and am exactly where I need to be in this minute of faded normal. So easy to recall, to fall back into blurry dreaming. You know, don’t you? That briefest in-between – by pixel, by shadow, by ones and zeros – through viscous… Continue reading
caroline ridgway 