The Night Café
Rent from DeepDyve- The Night Café
for Vincent
Vicious red and Green quarrels drop down Into the rum-soaked Sawdust: Terribly twisted, the Colors are cheap men in Worn suits and women in Acquired jewelry. It is madness set Loose, and permission to Commit crimes—it is Crude and ill-proportioned, And it is the truth. I have known this Undeniable truth since my First bewildered, Empty blue Squall. [End Page 165]
Rhonda Poynter is widowed and has worked as a freelance writer for upwards of twenty years. Her work has appeared in more than seven hundred magazines, anthologies, and journals, and she has published one book and many chap-books. She lives in California with her nineteen-year-old son, Gannon Blue, who is (as she tends to say again and again), because of his autism and his tendency to speak seldom, “the silence that is the starry sky.” (Wordsworth). She has just recently completed a full poetry collection, The Night Café. Its title poem appears in this issue of Frontiers.
