“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”

Awaiting Dreams

She waits for dreams, closing her eyes and attending as her mind replays the day, releasing a long sigh as images with snippets of conversations slowly roll by, and then she prays over faces she remembers, settles her heart just as waves of weariness carry her into a heavy desire for sleep, so she relaxesContinue reading “Awaiting Dreams”