The Way Out

A dream. In Hell there is a lonely tree transplanted from Heaven, and in this tree there is a way out. I am brought here to sit out on a branch of this grand holy tree and pray with songs. After rescuing souls, we go to visit a woman in a wheelchair. She thanks us

The Potter’s Wheel

Power be to the poet, and to the child without voice, and to the wrongly accused. Power be to those who cry out in word or in silence, who knead bread from the flour of unrest, who do so sweetly. Power be to the brave girl and to the lost boy – they are crowned

An Exercise in Snakes

A dream. Part of the exercise, said Alexia, is this: a room full of snakes of many sizes, many huge and different colors. We are to lay among them, but see that they will not hurt us. “But you don’t have to lay among them if you don’t want to,” she said. “Lay with your

The Wood-Bird

I dream of a wood-bird who is living, both animal and plant is its body. It is like an ostrich, but has wood and leaves for feathers. There is also a cinnamon bird, often mistaken for a guinea pig, as people want to subject the magical to their experiments. And there was a giant pelican,

Fata Morgana Mountains

I dreamt I was looking out over an ocean, to the west I was looking, and the ocean stretched into infinity, but something lay between. There were the jutting outcrops of small mountains to my right and left, framing the eye’s sight as one sees when looking out from a bay. Not very far there

Vertigo Falls

Pulling stranded Otters out of tree-tops who got stuck there. I flap my newly grown wings to teach my friends, otters and humans, how to fly. But one human friend only wants to join the terrible skeleton army that comes from the sinking sands, in a no-good place under this one. Now, in the hidden

Changeling Baby

I dream I am pregnant, though I had not been inseminated. And suddenly I am several months along in this pregnancy, the growth unmistakably visible. I come to a wise witch’s house who tells me I have been impregnated by the spirit of the land, the Green Man, who gets up to these antics. But

Blood Bird and Tall Trees

Through a dense forest I walked in the wintertime, called to share my knowledge for some purpose, and ostensibly to investigate an abandoned fairy playground. A horse wanted to come with me, but I could not get her over the very high fences. Thick snow covered the path but, my way, I could see clearly

The Color of the Scent of Sea-Jasmine

A dream. There is my own ship with my name on it. The wind is taking her out to sea. I jump into the deep salt blue to catch her ropes but, I am a fish, and the sky billows beyond me. It is quiet down here. The songs of whales. Breathing through water, so

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