Edward Ian Cibula makes Montreal home where he makes a living in the world of video games. He writes (and edits) in short bursts when life and his emotions can no longer be gamified. His work has previously appeared in The Fib Review and Shot Glass Journal.

Jesse Anger was a poet in the truest sense of the word. He published widely.

Edward Ian Cibula

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After Hours

For Jesse Anger, who wished for love and light and who published here before

Bring out the spirits (every kind)
To watch, listen and imbibe
You saw ghosts in every breath and we hung on yours
showman, poet, all the more hardcore than most
would ever know - you rubbed shoulders with luminaries
before taking a drag back to the alleys

making magic then pleasure
you made both
metered for good measure

The midnight light plays tricks, a flicker
helps distill emotions in the glow of a lighter (borrowed)
turns of phrase turn a shade into a giant
then the specter reminds me
of conversations like ours

You now cast no shadow now
but still hold power.