SNIPPETS OF NOIR

The poems of Night Owls & Early Birds float through glimpses of people caught in public late at night or early in the morning, along with snatches of their conversation – the quiet and often lonely hours of the darkest shadows.

They smell of smoke and burnt coffee.

~*~

Night Owls 1

For these poems and more, visit Thistle/Flinch editions.

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