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Back at it.

FIRST

Cut
With a smile as greasy as the hair on his head Brother asks me to clip his curls. With a frown as knotted as the twist in my gut, I decline. Inquiry shifts to debate then to a spew of curses. Such chaos from so few sparks of words.

Orcas
Fire on the Water is where we will be. We are Orca Three. They are Orca Eight but it is late. My savior heart sacrifices a seat to sort the mess. Three departs. Eight arrives. Granted a seat on the grandest of Orcas. Horizon shimmers nigh.



SECOND

Wizard & Spiders
The white wizard battles a spider swarm. He becomes one of them or they become one of him. Can't untangle who is what. Spell thunders across the sky. We all die.



THIRD

Hypnagogia
- Books, pens, coffee cups float in formation then warp into a wicked wobble.
- A stiffened mouse peels apart like a cheese string.

The Mismatched
He shows me how to chronicle collectables. They've stories and souls of their own. Mine is a Mandalorian sealed in a Doctor Who box. Two hundred dollars for my mismatched soul? No. Mando morphs into dual lightsaber Luke. I depart, adrift in the force and flow of fandom souls.

Eleven Lies
Kissed by frost, a Doctor lies. He says he is fine but the distance in his eyes screams otherwise. Sit aside the liar. Speak for a spell. Honey warmth settles. Trees toss off their tinges. Other Doctors are glints of merriment amongst the throw. "Catch me a leaf?" Liar rasps. "Catch your own!" I grin back. He rises. We race and whirl after the flittering fringes of the fall. Who knew a liar's laughter could be beautiful. He finds footing amongst families. Now alone, dance and dream as I please neath blazing leaves.

Food Formalities
My food arrives. Sister and brother ignore the door. Subscription backs away. Out from the bathroom I fly, waving, calling, nearly falling in mid chase. Booklet of forms must be filled before any claims are made. An array of invasive questions scares sister. Not so easily frightened, I answer all. Accept the pitiful reward. We are reminded that even small gifts are great... give thanks.



FOURTH

HYPNAGOGIA
-Berries cascade, from the mouth of an Arwen entity, into her cupped hands.
-Spiral tube twists out from eternity to swallow screaming children.

Reclaimed
Sinister hearts crowd the stoop. We hide but are beheld. Call help but are unheard. Enraged by the intrusion I throw wide the door. Swear up a storm that sends the threat stuttering. But they return, overtake home, family, life. I slip through the most secret cracks of my walls. Stab the threats away. One by one. Son by son. One of our own has betrayed us. He is made an impossible puzzle. Victory is here. But now we must clear spatter and spray of reclamation's way.

Up
River twists blue and deep. Shores are steep. Trails are brutal beauty. We find a face. Climb the near sheer cliff. Half way up I slip. Drift to earth. Wait. Watch. Others leap, with mountain goat grace, all the way up the impossible face. I can not see their way. Heart grows greener with each foot that finds the top. Even Mother, heavy with vertigo, stands victorius upon the peak. She decends and offers her certificate of success. I decline. There are other ways. I must wait for root, rock, and rut to sing of new trails to find.

Slipped into an afternoon nap. Woke up with this repeating in my head:

We're.
Here.
Underneath your floor.
Give a knock on where you walk,
We'll open up the door.
We're.
Here.
Underneath your floor.
Drop on in we'll show you things
You've never seen before.

So now I am dared to knock on dream floors to see what will happen.