Category Archives: Overnight Poems
Say Silver Not Gray
Some words open too wide to be swallowed without choking. I’ve choked enough to last into my next life. It could happen—but probably not to me. Once. Who really knows. Best to stick with a metallic beauty and let urges … Continue reading
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Ode to Technics
Twenty-one-year-old speakers and receiver and tuner and equalizer and memory of how I would buy and pay anything to get closer to that bastard of young with the voice. To replace it all now terrifies me. The sound of anticlimax … Continue reading
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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
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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
Yesterday’s Treasure
If I concentrate on the color I might wear out tomorrow, I could forget my father is a hoarder. Even now, tubes of ChapStick (without microphones), rolls of toilet paper, stacks of Hershey bars (dark chocolate without nuts) surround him. … Continue reading
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Never on a Tuesday
The left hand competes with the right to give you the definitive signal. Time out. No longer a snorer. The quieter the room, the greater the tension of finger mirroring finger, thumbs pressed to white.
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Traffic Calmer
This solstice is a cul-de-sac. I don’t mind losing my way—no longer ten miles north of Boston wondering how houses and whole streets can disappear. It only gets lighter from here, and there’s always a way out at that least … Continue reading
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Bottom Virtually
A skyway floor tiled in original Lego red and gray. Another covered in carpet patched together with black duct tape—I make my connections above vehicular fray seamlessly. New patterns will arise if we can bounce off the darkness into true … Continue reading
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Cold Knoll
If it’s truly darkest before the dawn and you are on the other side waiting to be born, I will not hang my head low these long nights. Will dig a flashlight out of a dumpster to shine a beam … Continue reading
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Ecliptic
“the thin blue flame Lies on my low-burnt fire, and quivers not” —Samuel Taylor Coleridge, from “Frost at Midnight” I get confused about red. Is it a door, pair of jeans, or a flashing light I want to guide me … Continue reading
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