Night Lesson

After machines
have gone to sleep,
their red eyes blinking off,
armored souls start to move—slowly
as infants—
trying to touch
the lost sense memory
that turns night to morning—
and rolls the moon
back below
a pink horizon.

Clocks will
do their work
while you try
to remember
what prayers are for.

Mark J. Mitchell was born in Chicago and grew up in southern California. His latest poetry collection, Roshi San Francisco, was just published by Norfolk Publishing. Starting from Tu Fu was recently published by Encircle Publications.

He is very fond of baseball, Louis Aragon, Miles Davis, Kafka and Dante. He lives in San Francisco with his wife, the activist and documentarian Joan Juster, where he made his marginal living pointing out pretty things. Now, he works doing guy stuff, go figure.

He has published two novels, three chapbooks and two full-length collections so far. His first chapbook won the Negative Capability Award. Titles on request. A meager online presence can be found at A primitive web site now exists: He sometimes tweets: @MarkJMitchellSF.

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