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Days Without End
On this date in 2005 my Dad passed away after a prolonged decline. The following is from an elegiac series honoring his memory, published in Thread of the Real: Days The backs of my father’s hands,splashed with bruises . . . the dreamhad scrubbed them clean. His heartwas healed, and the raw gravelgrinding down his knee jointshad been washed away. I thoughtthat for the first time in yearshis ears could catch sparrow song,chitter of squirrels, faint breathof a breeze in the shadowy treesaround his garden.Read More
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Last Night’s Dream
I’ve wandered from the party going on in the house out into the big back yard. An open lawn with a late-summer look: long mostly dark green grass blades with a small percentage of tannish ones—not dry patches, just the season on the wane. The perimeter lined with large trees and scattered leafy bushes. There are four or five white wrought-iron lawn chairs and three small wrought-iron tables. I sit down at the nearest one. There’s a sense of relief, away from the crowd.Read More
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Dream Ending with a Drink of Wine
This appeared last Friday in Annandale Dream Gazette: We have arranged for Dad to stay at our favorite beachside resort in Mexico. He and I arrive by taxi; the driver says behind to get the luggage together and bring it along behind us. There is an expanse of sand dunes and scattered palm trees. I lead the way, telling Dad encouraging things—but the sand is heaped and humped, the palms frayed by wind. There has been a storm, but now it’s just gusty wind. The hotel looks like a hulk, battered; staff hurry here and there making repairs.Read More
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Me and the Day and These Words
I awoke from a dream so vivid and disturbing that I had to wait for my heart to stop snare drumming before I could write it down. In the interval our two parrots, a quaker and a conure, started squawking in the other room: I had overslept in the grip of the dream and they wanted their cages uncovered now, after which they knew I’d feed them.Read More
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Joining the Dreamers
Thanks to Lynn Behrendt for posting my first contribution to the Annandale Dream Gazette. The Gazette, a “poets’ blog of dreams,” is one of the most fascinating projects on the Web.Read More
Joseph Hutchison, Colorado Poet Laureate 2014-2019, has published 20 collections of poems and edited or co-edited three poetry anthologies. He currently directs two master’s-level programs for University College at the University of Denver: Professional Creative Writing and Arts & Culture Management. Joe lives with his wife, Melody Madonna, in the mountains southwest of Denver, Colorado, the city where he was born. 
