Afloat

Onto my raft of plaits I shall step, with dreams of Alsation-men. — This short poem dates from the last quarter of 2013 when I did indeed have a dream about a raft of plaits and Alsation-men. Perhaps it was a subconscious mash-up of my plaited rag rug  (A craft project that’s still incomplete!) and

Tied up in 8 Tentacles of a Goal Octopus

As of today, a printed book with my name on its cover is on its way to me. Gather ‘round Susan, Charles, Orhan and Jean, for I have joined your ranks! Note to self, disbelieving friends and family, I have now accomplished one of my personal goals and am one step closer to thinking of

3 Dreams Spared Destruction

Last night – I was on stage as a magician’s assistant. He made it appear as if the denim jacket I was wearing on stage peeled off me and duplicated. He then held the second one up to the audience. Before this I had been swimming with my brother. We were in the warm, murky