I am the warm, soft blanket of safety
A guide when all else fails
Soft sweet music filtering into the room as I watch you
Slip on a T-shirt
To falter
Backing up as I try to resist
The connections of physical contact
Afraid that when it happens
This sweetness will expire
But I let you
Wrap your arms around me
Because I’m seeking refuge
Outside of myself
So with uncertainty
I let you in.

Baking a Cake, A metaphor for jump-starting dreams!

If your dreams are scattered, pick them up, put them in order. Please number, them one by one. Then set out to achieve them til each one is done. It takes a while to gather what you need to bake a cake. Your dreams are the ingredients you need to buy so gather each one and add it carefully. Please mix them while you: dance, chat, sing, throw your hat to the sky. Then set the oven and wait. It’s like your waiting for a callback, or an answer from a publisher, a two-day wanderer that finds the right path, then when the oven dings put those ingredients in. If you’ve done it correctly, it should come out all delish. Like the phone call that says your manuscripts accepted, or a callback, or anything that which says SUCCESS!


Close the curtains
Turn down the lights
Breathe in the crisp fresh air 
Pull down the sheets and climb in
Settle down, pull your pillow close before shutting your eyes
Rest, revive,
Snuggle up for an unconscious ride.
Angela K. Crandall

Interior, she

Music lies within her soul
Preparing her to grow, you know
When everything else is changed
She pops in that CD again
To hear the voice that gives her hope
When other’s say nope, she says yes
Giving herself confidence, she is a success.
Angela K. Crandall

Who’s in control?

I had a dream last night that I was driving my car. I was attempting to get out of a traffic jam when all of a sudden, I wasn’t driving anymore. I was in the back seat, and someone else was driving. I don’t know who the heck it was, some girl. I told her, get out. This is my car. I’m driving. It makes me wonder are you in the driver’s seat of your life or is someone else? Is it for financial reasons? Right now, I think this is how I’m feeling that in certain situations I’m not driving my car, or that there is something in my life I need to take control of. An issue that has arisen. I’m not sure what it is, but that dream definitely scared me.


Angela K. Crandall


An internal existence

Internally you reside

Each day I confer unto my imagination


A reel of photos developed over time

Images emerge when you’re near

Idea’s in my head I cannot put to bed

Laying down

 I desire to be in a land beyond

Where fairy tales are held on to

Not blinking your eyes

Seeing what is before you


In a world twisted to fit my needs

They beg and plead

Leave, depart, and then vanish

Before you become a part of the shadow

A reflection of who you were

Now lost in the dreams where you slumber

For eternity at rest

Within you thoughts are turning


You’re not moving anywhere



Only stagnant

Inside yourself


Angela K. Crandall


A paradise

I dream in color

When your there

Awake, no one cares

Slumber creates an illusion of liberty

No consequences or responsibilities

Unending, no beginning an evolution of safety

Sweeping, singing, in indulgences

Not once performed with eyes opened

Shutting out the world that pushed me elsewhere

Opening up my insides

Executing emotions denied.



Within me

A deliverance of a sort


Notice, who you are

Alone talking to yourself

As if you’re someone else

Loving and amusing your soul

Unable to let the freedom inside go

It takes hold

Gripping me at any moment

In the evening

When the sun arises

Or perhaps


Stirring up passions

Daydream confessions

Creeping ecstasy

A love of empathy

Would you call it satisfaction?

My own heaven

 A form of my own deception

Hiding myself from me

I hold on tight

A drift in all hours of my lucid desires…


Angela K. Crandall