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Streetlights

By: Scott Ferry


The woman I dated when I was 27

used to explain that her father communicated

with her through streetlights, hallway lights,

electrical appliances of all types.

He committed suicide three years before.

I lost my father about the same time

so we navigated these dimly lit roads

together. We would be driving 

in Long Beach, where all the lights

are tinged bitter orange,

and she would snap her head

towards a light that extinguished right 

before we passed, then I would feel

her soften, sadden, close her

eyes with a secret grin,

reaching through the fabric

of night to hold one darkened

hand.

Scott Ferry helps our Veterans heal as a RN. He has recent work in Cultural Weekly, MacQueen’s Quinterly, Slippery Elm, and Swimming with Elephants, among others. He was a finalist in the 2019 Write Bloody Chapbook Contest. His first collection The only thing that makes sense is to grow will be published by Moon Tide Press in January 2020. You can find more of his work @ ferrypoetry.com.


"This poem came from real experiences that surfaced after seeing images of high-pressure sodium lamps, the same tangerine-tinted lights that illuminated an area of Long Beach, CA where the events took place. After my father died, psychic activity followed me. Whether I chose to believe it or not, it surrounded me for years. The woman I dated during this time also experienced some of the same phenomena: electrical disturbances, feelings of being watched, or of being overcome by presence of a loved one from the other side. I tried to capture the pang of loss but also the consolation that our fathers were possibly just across some veil of fog."

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