All The Days And Nights


We are solid oak doors that shut
on pasts, close on our dead
mothers, sons and daughters
These doors swell, often, don't open,

At midnight we walk toward the woods,
the moss cold under our toes
only caught in the light for a moment
in a glimpse that is half full

We are dim lights on dark nights
sending out calls to the wolves
howling at the sun because
the moon, has yet to hear them.

If I should need to step back
to see how you glow in this light
I can be at one with that, simply
we'll grow like violets in the dark

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About Timothy Gager


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Timothy Gager is the author of twelve books of short fiction and poetry. His latest Grand Slams (Big Table Publishing) is his second novel. He's hosted the successful Dire Literary Series in Cambridge, Massachusetts since 2001 and was the co-founder of Somerville News Writers Festival. He has had over 400 works...read more of fiction and poetry published and of which eleven have been nominated for the Pushcart Prize. His work has been read on National Public Radio. Timothy is the Fiction Editor of The Wilderness House Literary Review, the founding co-editor of The Heat City Literary Review and has edited the book, Out of the Blue Writers Unite: A Book of Poetry and Prose from the Out of the Blue Art Gallery. A graduate of the University of Delaware, Timothy lives in Dedham, Massachusetts and is employed as a social worker.
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  27 months ago
Man you keep count of publications? Love your work.

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