Reverie Stories

8 AM You must be driving your truck As you listen to my voice notes Over and over again. An ache. You put a country song instead. The long winding roads stretching on a coast that I have never been to -- Something that your eyes can only see. But you still hear my voice whispering, "Good morning," "Last night was really special." "Take care on your way to work." 12 NN You must be having lunch alone as you always do. And y...

It was the disconsolate dreamingthat kept me up at night,nestling against the pericardium.Those soft, gentle tendrilsmere wisps of a phantomreaching through fleshand grasping desperatelythrough the deepest states of repose.You won’t ascertainthe profound effect that you have on metaking my heart to places it’s never beenand never knew it would travel,all from under a quiet sea of blankets,wrapped in my mind’s photograph o...