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One PoemEdward ByrneNIGHT TERRORS For my son I Even now as he wakes to see me, knows close to his side that thick book he'd hidden fisted hand holding it so tightly that I might white letters extending like a small animal's out those dry technical title words spread II Each night he reads what he can understand often deceives, warnings of its weakness beneath the little lake outside his bedroom ever since winter's first frost. He seems arise from learning answers to unformed III The graphics picture all kinds of diseases, frighten him late at night after the set timer beams of moonlightdrifting down cold falling among the house's eaves, filtering whether he believes even shrouds of darkness Edward ByrneEdward Byrne has had five collections of poetry published, most recently Tidal Air published by Pecan Grove Press. His poetry also has appeared in numerous journals, including American Poetry Review, American Scholar, The Literary Review, Missouri Review, North American Review, Quarterly West, and Southern Humanities Review. In addition, his literary criticism has been published in various journals and book collections, including Mark Strand, edited by Harold Bloom, and A Condition of the Spirit: The Life and Work of Larry Levis, edited by Christopher Buckley and Alexander Long. Byrne is a professor of American literature and creative writing in the English Department at Valparaiso University, where he also serves as editor of Valparaiso Poetry Review. In Posse: Potentially, might be . . .
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