• Crime Fiction,  Poetry

    A Poem Fit For White-Collar Crime: In the City of Night

    A poem, In the City of Night, by John Gould Fletcher, that’s fit for white-collar crime: In the City of Night by John Gould Fletcher (To the Memory of Edgar Allan Poe) City of night, Wrap me in your folds of shadow. City of twilight, City that projects into the west, City whose columns rest upon the sunset, city of square, threatening masses blocking out the light: City of twilight, Wrap me in your folds of shadow. City of midnight, city that the full moon overflows, city where the cats prowl and the closed iron dust-carts go rattling through the shadows: City of midnight, Wrap me in your folds of…