word wednesday | poetry poem writing | todd regoulinsky

It might seem a little odd posting a love poem to writing at night the day after talking about a change that will get me to bed earlier, but I’ve never claimed consistency as a hallmark of this blog.

So there you have it. No refunds, no exchanges.


the night has always spoken to me:
in whispers or screams.

in the jagged growl of motorcycles
or blare of drunken car horns

in the cries of lovers &
lovers crying in beds alone

in the torment of police sirens or
serenity of crickets

the words come easier, more gentle
& graceful then -

come to console or conjure new dreams,
fulfill nightmares, or share prophecy

this time, these moments,
these breaths -

my sacred altar,
& me,

the sacrifice.