The Night of Wind and Stars A towering cypress touches the morning star, stands guard over the sleeping town, its ancient church and steeple. Whirling winds tearing across the sky command dominance over the scene, push the waning stars aside, threaten to obscure the brilliant moon. Thoughts of suicide enter my mind while I paint the violent scene from my top floor window in the asylum at Saint Remy. Should my thoughts persist, I will walk out to the field on the left, yield up my life to a shotgun blast. Charles Halsted I am a retired academic physician. My poetry education consists of twelve ten-week courses from Stanford Continuing Education, in addition to six poetry retreats in California, Oregon, and New Mexico. I have published eighty poems in thirty-four poetry journals and, in addition, one chapbook, Breaking Eighty, and two poetry books, Extenuating Circumstances and On Razor-Thin Tires.
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June 2025
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