Poetry, notes, and drawings by William Michaelian
I love the graphic, William! And wish I had that kind of talent. Or the talent for remembering dreams! I do on occasion, and occasionally they creep into a poem. Problem is the image usually gets interpreted there, when in the dream it simply exists....Here's one:Haiku-writing dream:fresh turd swarmed by green-silk flies—seventeen of them
Ah, that’s some excellent, vivid reportage. And specifically seventeen: I don’t believe I’ve ever counted that high in a dream.Glad you like the drawing, too. Thanks.
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