“Dream Catchers” by Steve DeFrance

what they
Coloring Jupiter green
won’t make it so.


Yesterday’s meaning
was for yesterday—
today the sun comes up
on another planet


One night’s sleep
divides us
from an uncertain past.


The dead & the living
can’t mix often except
in poetry or dreams
where everyone’s illustrated
in a few fictive lines


purple cows here or there—as words
exculpate whatever they please.


Until they don’t and then
they damn the very thing
they’ve once raved about.


One minute now
until this day’s cares disappear.
Daylight hisses into dark,
and night barges into the frightened
corners of our mind—until at last,
the eternal stage manager lowers our curtain,
and consciousness skips,
among stars & rampaging raptors,
slipping right off the spinning earth.







Steve DeFrance is a widely published poet, playwright, and essayist both in America and Great Britain.  In England, he won a Reader’s Award in Orbis Magazine for his poem “Hawks.”  In the United States, he won the Josh Samuels’ Annual Poetry Competition (2003) for his poem “The Man Who Loved Mermaids.”  His play The Killer had it’s world premiere at the Garage Theatre in Long Beach, California (Sept-October 2006).  He has received the Distinguished Alumnus Award from Chapman University for his writing.