Tag Archives: dreams

Brand Spanking New El Rey Pulpo

I know it’s been a little bit since I’ve posted. I’m sorry for being away from the blogosphere for so long. I do have a great excuse, though. I have no internet at home at the moment and have been … Continue reading

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Giant Rat Parsons Project

So I had a dream last night that a quartet of giant sewer rats were singing an Alan Parsons Project song to me while I sat in a jazz club sipping on a bright blue drink out of glass shaped … Continue reading

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National Poetry Month: Cure For My Discontent

The Cure For My Discontent By Amy Moloney An endless loop of Bowie on vinyl filling me with divine The scent of woodsmoke carrying the sweetgrass to the sky Long conversation on a road trip to nowhere, just roam An … Continue reading

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National Poetry Month: Emerald

Emerald By Amy Moloney Crawling inside the forbidden, cups hold the hidden, where secret knowledge dwells Drinking from the pool, that hides from the fool, the ancient doorway to your own hell Somewhere croaks the raven, do not enter this … Continue reading

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National Poetry Month: Phantoms & Lovers

Phantoms & Lovers By Amy Moloney Craving the connection to a phantom, of what once was and yet to be. A space left wide open to be filled with unfolding fantasy. Why can’t we start now even though we have … Continue reading

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National Poetry Month: The Diner

The Diner By Amy Moloney Kind of like a dream… Coffee and a diner on the desert sand He waits at a booth in the corner The back, where the lights flicker and strobe Pouring syrup over a stack of … Continue reading

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National Poetry Month: Soul Lights in Time

Soul Lights in Time By Amy Moloney Silencing the thundering drums keeping the time Holding accountable the promise of resurrecting what was eternally mine Doubting reality in favor of a forgotten fairy tale Within two hearts where home still refuses … Continue reading

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Push the Sky Away

Push the Sky Away By Amy Moloney If you push the sky away The ground does not grow closer When the unattainable is held within your hand That does not mean the dream is over Light the fuse on your … Continue reading

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Sweet Honey

Sweet Honey By Amy Moloney I sat at the edge of paradise Holding a string in my hand Someone called my name             “Sweet honey of mine” I pulled on my string, no resistance Until a balloon carried me high … Continue reading

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Feed Your Sunshine

I haven’t posted much in my public dream journal in a while. I have still been having dreams. But I’ve only had enough time to jot down notes so I can explore them later. Here is one of my recent … Continue reading

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Stardreaming

Stardreaming By Amy Moloney How do you keep your feet on the ground When your head is in the stars When everything you touch Is eventually collected into jars The world holds less wonder Than the emptiness above And somewhere … Continue reading

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Inspiring Inspiration

Inspiration Art is as much a part of my soul as breathing. The past two weeks without my hands covered in paint, ink, or clay has made me turn into a shell of my true self. When I pick up … Continue reading

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All Roads Lead to Austin

Still under the beguilement of exhaustion and adventure, I make my way towards manifesting exactly what I set out to do in Austin. I am truly living my dreams right now in this magical realm that I am building around … Continue reading

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Evil Bastard Cookies

A long time ago I had a dream about these happy little fuckers attacking me with broken beer bottles. They had devil horns and their smiles turned into twisted snarls of demonic possession. Since that nightmare I have always viewed … Continue reading

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Hug Master: Suck It Tarantino

I’m trying to write something profound, but instead all I can manage until the dream fog clears is to finish another El Rey Pulpo. Yes, this is me procrastinating the whole putting all of my shit into boxes. My brain … Continue reading

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That one time when David Bowie cockblocked me

My dreams have been elusive lately as stress begins to build heading toward the big life changing move. The fact that I am certain that there is at least one significant piece of my soul waiting for me to find … Continue reading

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Guardian Ninja

In case you haven’t gathered yet, I have a vividly exciting astral life. The other day I met a new spirit guide type guy. He is my official Guardian Ninja. His name is Hal. Yes, Hal the invisible Guardian Ninja. … Continue reading

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El Rey Pulpo: Follow your dreams

Today’s newly finished El Rey Pulpo are dedicated to a few of my recent dreams. This one was based on a dream where I had an artist’s studio and there was a sign above the door that stated, “A little … Continue reading

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Mexican Space Claw

It serves me right for watching the 1970 documentary Chariots of the Gods before bed. I had super profound, life altering information implanted directly into my brain by the universal powers, the Gods, Monty Python, or possibly ALIENS. The dream … Continue reading

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A Mighty Job Interview Dream

With all of the sending resumes and searching for a job in Austin my interview anxiety is rearing up in my dreamtime. Earlier I dreamed that I was being interviewed for the position of school nurse for a television network … Continue reading

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