Slipstream

“I love the silent hour of night, For blissful dreams may then arise…” — Anne Bronte Just one more note, a crescendo stilling me to rest, the coming silence welcome — may it ease me into a slipstream of unconsciousness, the place of dreaming, the place where the grappling sound finds image, diffusing the day’sContinue reading “Slipstream”

A World in Wishes

Winds move through, parts of me leave, caught and dispersed as I watch, sun glinting on bright tips, my eyes straining as the sun sets, the delicate strands held  aloft before a current carries each to the far  place of memory. —C.L. Fisher, July 2021 Unless otherwise indicated, all writings and images are the workContinue reading “A World in Wishes”