Dreams
by Jason Bredle
All around us they are hunting God but we sleep so deeply we discover the prints in the morning & it’s as if time has become a crowd gathering to watch us fail, but in the forest it’s enough to dream of the possibilities the way a child dreams of fairies— yet who are we to dream, we are a group of impatient falconers
Read our interview with Poet of the Week, Jason Bredle, wherein he discusses neurodivergence, encouraging subjective readings to allow for multiple interpretations of one poem & more. On publishing his debut collection with the University of Massachusetts Press, he says:
If you can bear it, don’t give up. It took 14 years to publish that collection and it wasn’t because I wasn’t trying.
I love the energy and action of this poem. Bravo! I think a different title would serve it best, letting the subject of dreams emerge as the reader reads.