On These Dark and Stormy Nights
written by: Connie Johnson
There’s always some ghost whispering in my ear
Pouring his heart into a shot glass and inviting me
To take a sip / to knock him a kiss
To act like I recognize him and his
Copacetic blissed out / apparitional
Blues!
Why does this ghost always look
Just like my baby in his blue satin
From Harlem-to-Manhattan
Soul finery?
There’s no remedy.
Just nights and nights and stormy nights
Of dark ghostly blues / nocturnal hues
& it doesn’t matter how much
I miss him.
He’s gone
He’s gone
He’s gone
Connie Johnson is a California-based writer with multiple Pushcart Prize nominations for poetry. Her publishing credits include The Iconoclast, Haight-Ashbury Literary Journal, San Pedro River Review, Syncopation Literary Journal, The Muleskinner Journal, Gargoyle, Sophon Lit, Voicemail Poems, Toasted Cheese Literary Journal, Mudfish, Shot Glass Journal, Gargoyle, Oddball Magazine, Glint Literary Journal, Exit 13, Sport Literate, and Sheila-Na-Gig. She’s authored two poetry collections: Everything is Distant Now (Blue Horse Press) and I Have Almost Everything (boats against the current); In a Place of Dreams and Still Wild, her digital chapbooks (which contain audio readings/personal narrative), were published by Jerry Jazz Musician.
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- On These Dark and Stormy Nights - November 2, 2025
