Written on September 22, 2000, this vignette was inspired by the line from a Rick Springfield song: “waking up blind with the house on fire.” “I had that dream again,” he said. “I wake up, sitting bolt upright, but I cannot see. First, I hear the crackles, taunting me like a sadistic bowl of Rice…
Written in 1983. Shadows of images. Images of shadows. Ghost of my nightmare. Monster of my dream. Who are you who hides in my closet? Why do you stalk me? My veins are filled with fear of you. But then, who is the fear-filled one? Is it I? Or is it you? Maybe it is…
For this poem, I created a specific syllable structure. It another experiment in structured poetry. It is not based on a real dream. I dreamed I was in a desert, alone. The wind swept dust all about me, but I was safe, in a cone of light and cool wind. Then I was in a…