I grew up under a rock
a new poem, a prompt
Thank you for coming to my first workshop last night (and a birthday workshop at that!). I am blown away by the support and talent.
The next workshop is March 12th at 8pm CST and is free for paid subscribers. It’s a roundtable, feedback workshop. The forms to join this workshop as a paid subscriber are below.
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Onto a new prose poem and a prompt for you…
Maybe it’s Pisces season—my dreams have been oh-so-tender. I had a dream that my dad abandoned me at an antique store while I was admiring some gorgeous rugs I couldn’t afford. I dreamed he left my mom to sleep with my teenaged friend. That my sister left me in a sprawling, empty mansion. That an ex kept me in a cage.
In real life, my parents have been married 50-some years. My dad, who is kind and faithful, was recently diagnosed with Parkinson’s. My sister has never abandoned me and I wish my ex nothing but the best.
Dreams, like poetry, need to be felt first and understood second.