Category Archives: Night Poems
Another Version of Three Loves
I steal. It’s my nature. No license. So I will count three loves although there have been so many more. Lover #1 had no licenses. Didn’t need one to play guitar. He jumped off a stage to kiss me. But … Continue reading
Filed under Night Poems
Beneath Her
No chance for nighttime dreaming—a neighbor’s dance beat disruptions wreck any hope of true REM. Her tolerance for talking to drunks has diminished over a decade in reprieve till it’s shrunk to the size of a single shot of espresso … Continue reading
Filed under Morning Poems, Night Poems, Overnight Poems
Seen Through Fog
There’s a story behind Staten Island Ferry orange. I can’t tell it but can hear its tone revealed in a soothing voice- over through early morning fog. Routine commuting becomes heightened by the transcendent moments before the marathon begins on the … Continue reading
Town & Country
She sees an old station wagon with faux wood paneling parked on the street outside the Armory—now a parking garage. In by 9, stay till 3 for the early bird special. It’s not the ‘70s. She can’t hear Johnny Nash … Continue reading
Filed under Day Poems, Night Poems
40 Watt
No pity. No sighs behind her back. If she says the word out loud, it will become her. No grace period. She hums “Female Jesus” as she walks the streets alone at night—that last Athens, GA, scene still fresh. No … Continue reading
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Calculation Scene
I’m trying to do the math; then he says it. An actor becomes a narrator who mentions the year he was born—is the year I learned to walk. No coincidence, no fate—just a fictional character sending texts to a woman … Continue reading
Filed under Night Poems
No Endings—Or, Red Fences
She turns off movies just before the last scene, closes books and shuts off the light with five pages left to read. She forgets the definition of closure— still talks to exes alive or dead. Never celebrates New Year’s Eve … Continue reading
Filed under Night Poems
Lead Sinker Brain Brats
To float is not always the goal. Some air bubbles burst for no reason. On those nights, I let go of my need to follow the moon.
Filed under Night Poems
Take No Heroes Hotel
Everyone has reservations. A porch no one can describe wraps around its house—tightening, tightening. Hugs the footprint as a disciple of home is where you check in without a check-out time. Tin tile ceilings in the two-story lobby. A triangle … Continue reading
Filed under Civil Twilight or Dawn Poems, Night Poems
