thoughts_from_imaginal_realms ovenbird If I let myself sink into a state of active imagination, I never really know what will come to the surface... 250501 ... ovenbird Lacewing. Slide through to a house of spiders. Clear the gutters of last week's detritus. I am the North Wind come to spoon sugar into your coffee and termites into your oak trees. 250501 ... ovenbird Stand down birds of the sweet gum. Marzipan is not enough to make a home with. Brandish all your well written sins and fly south with the knowledge of summer's end. Douse yourself in sky and light a match. 250502 ... ovenbird Lost peonies seek endless night. There is no maraca chorus, just reams of river water making inroads into your lungs. Where do panthers sleep if not in ecstasy? There is no need for libations. You only need to clasp hands under some wasted present to know what roots are worth. 250506 ... ovenbird as witching hour approaches lemon curd nightmares slink down the hallway leaving citrine trails on the carpet so many repressed snails pacing 250519 ... ovenbird "If you don't like it, that's okay. You don't have to be a wombat." "Welcome to the cryogenic ice cream shop" 250524 ... ovenbird Before I'm fully awake a vision flashes onto the screen of my mind. A small worm inches its way through heavy soil deep underground. I know suddenly that this soil is the material of my subconscious and the worm is creating a tunnel to somewhere. I have no idea where it's going or what it will unearth. 250525 what's it to you? who go blather from