The dreamery Such an odd thing to see on Sleep-o-Vision. Wall-to-wall nuance, bursting at the seams with classic symbols. Wasn’t there a great horned owl? Definitely a door giving way into a glade, a path edged with primroses, various colors. And then, to have the dream twice the same night, barely altered after a brief … Continue reading The dreamery by Annie Stenzel
Portrait of the woman under observation In the new place, at dawn the eastern light finds its way through three tall windows. At night, a street-lamp mimics the moon, sneaks in to amend the bedroom’s darkness. All day, not far away, freight trains take a leisurely tour of small-town tracks. Clang-clang-clang-clang as the barriers descend … Continue reading Portrait of the woman under observation by Annie Stenzel
Let the skull be a bowl A question came to mind the other day when I doubledmirrors so that I was there, and there, and there, as far backas the eye could see. And I pictured my skull withoutthe rest of me, tried to see the skull’s cracked places, four deepdents that remember blows from … Continue reading Two Poems by Annie Stenzel
