But the Night Is Warm

Jordan Bolay



frost buries new spring grass,

entombs hopeful buds of ash,

but the night is warm.

dew’s meek anthem,

a delusional triumph,

serenades the dawn.


stars dwindle,

leave us alone with time

and silence for company.

the void is cold,

but the night is warm.

fluorescent lights

heat our blue-lipped corpses,

deliver us from powdered fields




Jordan Bolay studies questions of trace—the politics of presence in the archive—as a doctoral candidate in the University of Calgary’s English Department. His poetry and prose have recently appeared in Hooligan MagFolklore, and ti-TCR. He is the co-founder and co-editor of The Anti-Languorous Project, which will launch its inaugural issue in spring, 2018.