Wakescape

There’s some kind of leak between my dreams and my so-called reality. It used to be one way, the normal way: bits and pieces of my life show up randomly in dreams. You know, your dog is in your dream, giving you advice, and she’s also your mother. But ever since April 13th, dream-stuff has been appearing in my waking world. For example, as I am writing this, I’m sitting in a café in Vermont, and on the chalk-written menu is raisin-flavored kombucha. Yes, Vermont is full of the hippy probiotic drink kombucha. But nobody really makes raison-flavored kombucha. It’s something I dreamed last night, along with the kombucha-flavored, vegan, raw chocolate cream pie, which I just noticed is also on display here in this café. It makes me wonder what else I’m seeing that I forget I dreamed up.

Poems that will get me killed

What can I say? I like a dramatic blog post title now and then.

Personal updates:

• I’ve decided to stop binge eating, beginning toorrow, so I have to finish off this loaf of “Four Cheese Medley Sweetbread” tonight.
• I thought of with a new word today, “Huwomanity,”and am pondering how to use it… other than in this announcement.

Welcome to Daisybrain!

It occurs to me that visitors to this blog may be here for different reasons. Some of you may be looking for posts involving word play. Others might be interested in essays on school reform. Still others might have clicked a link to the word “pussy”. Looking over my posts, I can break most of them down into eight general categories. While I encourage you to click on the Index button to peruse all of my posts, the following organization might be a good way to get started finding posts that interest you. A few posts appear in more than one category. Good luck!