Melancholy Hyperbole

Poetry about longing.

Tag Archive for ‘Tonight’


The road was a river, or could have been the way the rain danced over pot-holed tar and glittered under indifferent street lamps. I sat beneath naked trees, jack-knifed limbs sighing in the night. I waited for love, lust or drugs. A stranger in a tweed suit, a dog without an owner, a miracle or a spaceship.   Charles Dutka is a poet and writer who lives and works in […]

Continue Reading →