The Night Before
The town is too quiet for a Friday night…
even the dogs.
The day went too quickly, as if it knew
it’s time was up.
The moment before you strike a wooden
match with your finger, as you look at it,
tension, attention; nothing else.
How fresh, when the air is cleared,
when there’s nothing on the plate,
when the toys have been put away,
ready to slip back into eternity.
The new day will rise
with so much from yesterday
not a memory.
John Tischer (1949, Chicago, United States). Poet, prose writer, bohemian figure. After 2000 he moved to Tepoztlan, Mexico. In John Tischer opinion: "It's no wonder truth is stranger than fiction....fiction has to make sense." he have been writing poetry since the 70's. A few published in “Windhorse”, a Buddhist literary mag. She also was on "Sleepless Nights", an electronica music radio show, KGNU, Boulder, Colorado, a dozen times in the late 1990’s when he read my poetry.” Part of his poetic creation may be read on his personal blog “Eggtooth Breaks Open”, a more than remarcable blog. Published in CLH: 4/2011, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6/2012, Ant. 3/2012, 1, 2, 4, 5/2013, 2, 6/2014, 1, 5, 6/2015, 1, 3, 4, 5, 6/2016, 1, 2, 4, 6/2017, 1, 2, 3, 4, 6/2018. Books in “Bibliotheca Universalis”: Brownian Life (poetry, 2015), Shoot out at the Poetry Factory (in collaboration with M. J. White, 2018).
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