The Art of Dreaming by Leigh Randolph
One night a dream teacher thrust a handful of tubes of paint at me and said, “Here, you need these” and I began to paint.
The Blessings Of Metonymy: A Dream Poetics
On the broad steps leading down to the Western WallA beautiful woman came up to me: You don’t remember me,I’m Shoshana in Hebrew. Something else in other languages . . .