One Step Closer to Night

by Daniel Miess

Willy at Russell by Jeffrey C. Dickler

I touch a mist-sculpture
trace the outline

I wish for paradise
bound by gravity

I wake from memories
touch phantoms

Gray lines reach
I lose a leaf

I exhale
my breath disappears

My heart cleaves
to the scarce light

My name is written
on cold glass

 

Daniel Miess is a recent graduate of New England College. His writing has been featured in both The Henniker Review and East Sleep Right.

Jeffrey C. Dickler, a native of Brooklyn, New York, was transplanted to the Midwest after his formative years. His love of the outdoors grew from summers at his grandfather’s Camp Iroquois on Frost Pond in Jaffrey, New Hampshire. By age four he already had hiked to the peak of Mount Monadnock. Later family trips to the American Southwest and National Parks cemented his love of exploring nature with a pack on his back and camera in hand. In 2017 he retired to the Monadnock region. He lives with his wife, Deni, and their four-legged companion, Willy Waggins, in Rindge, New Hampshire.

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