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Read a poem a day!

When the world sleeps, the mind doesn't.
These poems and flash stories arrive in the silent, restless hours — where desire, regret, memory, rage, tenderness, and absurdity surface without permission.

In the daylight we censor ourselves.
At 3AM, the truth walks in uninvited.

With a voice that shifts from darkly funny to devastatingly intimate, Charles Harvey pulls the reader inside the other mind — the one that won't let us rest:

The neighbor beating his dog in the middle of the night Lovers thinking the worst thoughts at the quietest hour The man who can't find himself until he's half-awake and half-broken Grief and lust sharing the same pillow Doubt, God, loneliness, capitalism, dreams, and death — all wide awake

This isn't a book of gentle reflections.
It's a midnight confession booth for readers who know what it means to stare at a ceiling and feel too alive to sleep.

Perfect for fans of Essex Hemphill, Patricia Smith, Danez Smith, and spoken-word poets who write with heat, humor, and nerve.

Excerpts:

The Man in The Moon 1

Who's up at 2 am?
The midnight oil has long burned out
Sleep and sex roll restless
On the worn mattress.
Dreams escape the open eyes
Shadows rattle the door
Three o'clock is the witching hour
Red ashes float from the patio
Eyes across the courtyard catch you breathing.
You look away only to look again.
You know the lonely mattress would enjoy the company
And your lilac-scented air could use some funk.
But the night won't last a lifetime, so
You slip back into your room and wonder,
What if there is a man in the moon?

A Good Dog

The neighbor beats his dog at 3am
and he don't stop
I hear her tail beating the wall
and he don't stop
She gnaws on his bone
and he don't stop
All night long she whines
and he don't stop
Her collar and chain drags the floor
and he don't stop
She begs at the table
and he don't stop
She rolls over and plays dead
and he don't stop
She fetches his slippers
and he don't stop
She trees his birds
and he don't stop
She has his puppies
and he don't stop
All in the wee hours I hear
bitch bitch bitch
and he don't stop.