Make yourself at home. Put your feet up. Grab your favorite beverage and prepare to enjoy the reads.



Swimming in the Air

When fishes swim 

in waters green

behind the cube of glass,

and wake me 

in the middle of dreams

with bubbles, 

speaking gibberish,

I lie there, staring

at tail fins 

sweeping my ceiling 

free of stardust cobwebs.

Then close my eyes 

to puckered up Kissing Fish

cleaning my eyelids of algae.

I worry when my babies 

swim in the air.

Won’t they drown?


Elizabeth Munroz 1974


  1. how sweet and soft and dreamy this was...thank you!

  2. I'm glad you liked it, Jen. Truly, I used to dream fishes were floating in air.


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