Friday, August 9, 2024

Talking the night away By Albert Rodriguez

A sentence eclipsed by a variety of nocturnal longings, 

courtesy of the moon, 

unending like the twirling of the night sky

awake like a night owl.

I catch a patch of starry firmament 

an unreal premise,

perfect for finding solace.

Unreal yet a solid premise nonetheless.





Albert Rodriguez is a new writer based in Brooklyn, New York. He has a degree from Borough of Manhattan Community College. His work has appeared in INK Pantry.

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