Footloose
I don’t want your story Don’t tell me your story I can’t take another story, she said In a pause he recalled his history…
Withholding
driving into a bank’s covered parking money’s promised numbers keep a fleeting numerical relationship Where’s Rebecca of New York’s 1921? saved in a Paul Strand…
Atlas Surfing
As passage cannot be avoided, open the heavy volume plop a finger and study terrain having passed through many hands trod beyond memory, a late…
Maybe Afterwards
Here’s a recent poem of mine recently published by https://www.redfez.net/redfez/embed/workembed.php?p=poetry&i=2339 <a href="https://www.redfez.net/poetry/poems-afterword-2339">Read on Red Fez</a> | <a href="https://www.redfez.net/bmit/poetry/2339/?utm_source=embedded&utm_medium=web&utm_campaign=embedded1">Read Later</a>”>Red Fez:
Ignatius’ Literary Fireworks
“I’ll take 5 pounds of irony,” says a gnarly customer at the front counter, presenting bearded, checkered-shirted and suspendered much like the man across from him…
Donald Brandis poems at the Camel Saloon
the late, much lamented poetry blog published a few of my poems, see thecamelsaloon.blogspot.com/search donald brandis
Circus of Us
Originally posted on Melancholy Hyperbole:
malls and theatres were once less shocking filled with plainclothes strangers self-moving, staying within themselves a long sit on this bench,…
Box of Snakes
a doorbell introduction the front door opens (by itself?) on a bright fall morning a small brown package occupies the porch a delivery man booking…
Yorick’s Party, Alas
Old jokes, old faces pulled bawdy laughter’s body limp with drink reason in a blank sleep the reptile brain alone decides elections a late surge in…
The Naming
She had never seen fruit from That Tree on the ground on the tree they were all apples, all green this apple seemed to grow as…
The Dog Star 