Martha Cinader

to Owl

to Owl

Persistent Rooster pervades the morning, warning of a lie.
Cicadas sing, asking: why?

Give a hoot for me.

Tuck my dreams under your wing,
while you sleep the day away.

to Mr. Mean

to Mr. Mean

You’re deaf to your shrunken heart.
Your skill is to kill joy.
Your art is to break a boy’s toys
and smother his sunken dreams.
You look after your things and
hear only your drunken song.
You make a minute
seem an hour long.

April Moon

April Moon
She traverses Spring’s pregnant dreams,
sets on Morning’s mystery.

Note to Horizon

Note to Horizon

i hoed the road
to the end. now
i’m looking at you.
you see me
striding from a field of dreams
hoe in hand.

Note to Call & Her

Note to Call and Her
to day differ rent as same
old her wise her spreading
fertile eyes her
mammory beau tea
hearterized
proffer seas bee longing
sum one said two three four
more a stream a dream

Note to Stay Woke

The stealthy flood
beat rhythmically on
our sturdy roof.
It lulled us in our dreams.
We woke to a changed
landscape.

Marvelina Chapter 11 Part 1

Marvelina started dreaming only after escaping, when she started eating real food. She has some trouble at first distinguishing between what is real and what is not.

"Are dream people real?" she asked Joe earnestly. "Like if it's someone you know in your dream, then are they visiting you in your dream, or are they from somewhere else and they just look like and act like the same person?"
"Dreams are more like ghosts. Someone's haunting you?" asked Joe.
"My husband. I left him, but I still can't get away from him."
"Who's your old man?" Joe asked anxiously.
“How did you know he's old? Why do you want to know anyway?”
“Hey. If it weren’t for me, you'd have been caught. I brought you here to my castle. Am I going to have to spar with a jealous husband now?”

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