Read a poem a day! Read a poem a day! When the world sleeps, the mind doesn't. These poems and flash stories arrive in the silent, restless hours — where desire, regret, memory, rage, tenderness, and absurdity surface without permission. In the daylight we censor ourselves. At 3AM, the truth walks in uninvited. With a voice that shifts from darkly funny to devastatingly intimate, Charles Harvey pulls the reader inside the other mind — the one that won't let us rest: The neighbor beating his dog in the middle of the night Lovers thinking the worst thoughts at the quietest hour The man who can't find himself until he's half-awake and half-broken Grief and lust sharing the same pillow Doubt, God, loneliness, capitalism, dreams, and death — all wide awake This isn't a book of gentle reflections. It's a midnight confession booth for readers who know what it means to stare at a ceiling and feel too alive to sleep. Perfect for fans of Essex Hemphill, Patricia Smith, Danez Smith, and spoken-word poets who write with heat, humor, and nerve. Excerpts: The Man in The Moon 1 Who's up at 2 am? The midnight oil has long burned out Sleep and sex roll restless On the worn mattress. Dreams escape the open eyes Shadows rattle the door Three o'clock is the witching hour Red ashes float from the patio Eyes across the courtyard catch you breathing. You look away only to look again. You know the lonely mattress would enjoy the company And your lilac-scented air could use some funk. But the night won't last a lifetime, so You slip back into your room and wonder, What if there is a man in the moon? A Good Dog The neighbor beats his dog at 3am and he don't stop I hear her tail beating the wall and he don't stop She gnaws on his bone and he don't stop All night long she whines and he don't stop Her collar and chain drags the floor and he don't stop She begs at the table and he don't stop She rolls over and plays dead and he don't stop She fetches his slippers and he don't stop She trees his birds and he don't stop She has his puppies and he don't stop All in the wee hours I hear bitch bitch bitch and he don't stop.