2007-11 The Dreaming Sufis

the online magazine about life as a creative process

by Gail Janezich


	The elevator stops on the thirteenth floor. I step out into the burning, and the smell of burning Fills the hall as I open the door to the Sufis—it is dim inside, unlit. They are sitting in the gloom as if already charred. I sit down in my chair and start weeping. Then I know: I am lost—I can never go back— A chunk of wood, crooked and cracked, my life. What will happen to me now?


	Gail Janezich was born and grew up in a small town in northern Minnesota whose chief industry was iron ore mining. She began to read, to write, and to study the writing of poetry in New York. She lives and teaches in Farmington, New Mexico.