The Language of Sleep

Ease of years, understanding: two taps,
a time to let go for a turn of body,
shifting limbs around for comfort.
The bottom of our sheets slides loose;
on our sides we knit our chests.
Nights of nothing are the sweetest.

Silence travels along our skins.
The sensation of our hot breaths
entering unmapped terrain through gaps
endlessly changing, nudge our bodies,
like a faint flashlight searching. Synapses
entire between us remain familiar.

A journey you’ll never forget.

ROAD WORK AHEAD: Poems

In his fourth poetry collection Road Work Ahead, Raymond Luczak sets out on a turbulent journey after ending a 15-year relationship. As he meets kindred souls on his travels, Luczak wonders what it means to love again. He opens the suitcase of his heart in far-flung cities and points beyond. His poems, pungent with musk and ache, will open yours too.

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The black-and-white photograph shows a grassy road through a sparse forest. Above the road is a transparent square with a bright orange border tilted to the side. The text on top of the square says ROAD WORK AHEAD. Below the "sign" are the text in white and orange: poems | RAYMOND LUCZAK.

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