A resident of New Hampshire, T. E. Niemi is a screenwriter and a producer of award-winning independent films.

In addition to screenplays, he writes poems and stories.

His poems have appeared in Inkfish, CONFINGO and Spectrum magazines, among others.

Invocation to Night

Come now, night,
descend and end
this day’s delusions.
Blanket in black
what light has illumined.
Reduce reality
to its fundamental
elements: a man,
alone in a darkening
room, musing on
being’s meaning.
Silence the voices
of the sun. Now,
dear darkness,
come.

Desiderium

Poor heart,
so weary and disconsolate,
do not be ashamed to weep
for all you cannot know
and will never understand.

Tell yourself
whatever stories you may
and believe them if you can.
It matters not
whether they are true,
only that they comfort
and strengthen you,
so you may endure
the interminable days,
for the world is a hard place
to live in long.

Then sleep, dear heart,
and dream of going home,
for that day will surely come
when you return to the mystery
from which you came.

my paradise lost,

i went in a midsummer night’s dream
for an odyssey on a streetcar
named desire, across the wasteland
to mansfield park and found You,
my song of songs.
i awoke and mourned this
remembrance of things past,
while the tempest raged in my
heart of darkness

Last Walk

Tired of himself, tired of humanity,
He walks an isolated country road
Devoid of homes, lacking any traffic,
Silent but for the crunch-scrape of gravel
Underfoot and the weary sigh of wind.
Rounding a corner in the road he sees
A crippled fawn hobble into the woods.
Witnessing his animal counterpart’s
Pain, in kinship his heart sends a message:
Brother or sister, whichever you are,
Come with me; let us face death together.