Tuesday, April 17, 2012


Woke to nightmares again this morning,
zombie daughter cradling dead baby,
unwilling, unable to say what happened,
Nazi death squad in and out my window,
lost child, lost child, don;t know her name.
Something afwul is happening, about to happen,
or maybe not. Maybe no warning, just nightmares.


  1. Hard to know whether to put stock in nightmares or not...but, in any case, when they happen they are frightening and disconcerting. Peace and love....

  2. How scary to even read, Victoria. I hope it is just a nightmare and I hope it stops coming. I feel the horror of it in your poem. That is torture!