Poems from the After Hours Café

By Angela Nunez and John LaPlaca

A seeded selection of poetry & prose from a couple of prodigious writers who happened to meet thru the whims of fate. Together their writings evoke spirits of life & loss, love & heartbreak by their mystical interpretations of observations made by us all.

• Language: English
• Publisher: AuthorHouse
• Release date: Aug 24, 2011
• ISBN: 9781456746223

Angela Nunez

Angela Nunez was born and raised in Boston, Massachusetts. Angela has three degrees from Suffolk University Sawyer Business School, where she sits on the Sawyer Business School Alumni Board of Directors. She currently works in Boston as a Senior Compliance Analyst - Compliance Administration for an investment management firm. Angelas passion for writing led her to publish her second book, Poems From The After Hours Caf. This book was inspired by the writings of John LaPlaca, co-author, and is the collaboration of their writings. Thank you John for the inspiration and your talent as a gifted writer. Born & raised in the raucous streets of the city, John LaPlaca dropped out of college to pursue a string of successful business start-ups. He married, had three children and began sharing his sometimes disturbing, sometimes lovable views of humanity in his poetry & short stories soon after his divorce. He can sometimes be found discerning life in the hidden cafs, bars & business places of his hometown, a small, hearty neighborhood outside of Logan Airport known as East Boston. Before his friendship with co-author, Angela Nunez, he had refused all previous offers for book publication. This is his debut.

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Contents

I Lie In Bed To Write

To Love Again

Love Is A Wind, I Heard Her Say…

Afraid

3:00 AM

Why?

25 Years Later

Seduced By A Poet

At The Bookstore

Adagio

Intellectual Sex

A Dream

A Prayer

Alone

Tell Him

Why Do You Like Me?

Adam & Eve

About the Author

Down in a Basement Bar

Hard Times

Down in a Basement Bar

Vero Cuoio

The Slow Mercury of Days

You Know Me

At The Moment

Sophia

An Unread Letter

Coming Together

Last Train In

I Remember Becoming a Man

The Places I’ve Been

Deer Island

The Last Season

Mr. Azuré

It’s 3:30 a.m.

Waiting For The Sun

The Night-Owl Club

A Good Night’s Sleep

Who Are You

Pretty Shoes

A Poem to My Sons

Lemonade

The Rain, The Window,

The Café

Rain Forest

A Pretty Tattoo

Flies In A Café

‘dem dry bones

Lies

About the Author

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I Lie In Bed To Write

I lie in bed to write

The cool, crisp sheets calm my restless body to stillness

The silky, soft pillows rest my mind to sleep

The posts that surround this place of respite guard, protect with its invisible veil

This place of respite welcomes me into its world

I lie in bed to write

With no pen and no paper

Words resurrecting, racing in circles, chasing each other to make it on that paper

Words with no worries about grammar, spelling, punctuation or placement

Yet flow like the ocean’s tide on a moonlit night

And radiate meaning like sun rays on a midsummer’s day

I lie in bed to write

And then he turned over onto me

The words melted into droplets of sweat glistening on his chest

And sweet honey on my lips

Goodnight

"I am not in love