Tuesday, September 16, 2014

This past weekend I received an email from Jean Vengua.  She's starting a new online journal devoted to art and literature.  It's called Local Nomad.  The first issue is on the theme of Migration.

Jean asked if I would submit something.  I wanted to but wasn't sure I had anything interesting in me to say on this theme.

I read Jean's email  fairly late at night, just before bedtime. So, before I went to bed, I looked up "migration" in the dictionary.

I woke up in the morning with a six line poem ( a double hay(na)ku) rattling fully formed in my head.

Jean accepted the poem and wrote that she loved that it appeared in the migration between sleep and waking!


Appearances is an ungainly machine of improbable devolving beauty.  It's never not in the mix for me.


"There is neither unity nor multiplicity.  There is the one and the other, the one to the other, the one beside the other between the one and the other."

Jean-Luc Nancy, from Corpus II: Writings on Sexuality (Fordham University Press, 2013)



  1. Hi Lynn,

    It never used to happen that I would dream poems but over the last couple of years it has happened a few times.

  2. Thanks for mentioning this, Tom. I don't ever recall dreaming a poem. But more recently, my dreams seem to be syncing up with a novel I'm reading, Ruth Ozeki's Tale for a Time Being.

  3. When I was working dreams were, for the most part, obliterated.

    Since I retired dreams have been appearing more regularly and have often been really complicated and weird.

    They have also tended to be serial in nature--permutations of previous dreams.