Tag Archives: Brian Spears

Mime Is Tress Yser

Your eyes are brown like your hair which curls like your voice around a word you love, a laugh, like one of our cats around an ankle at breakfast. Like the way you curl into my back in bed, absorb … Continue reading

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13 Ways of Looking at Last

Nothing saddens me quite like a frondless palm tree. * The bottom paper in the stack is always brilliant. Or an F. * A cactus may be able to survive the desert, but it blossoms in the tropics. In my … Continue reading

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One Day the Ruins of the Galleria Mall Will Shelter Armadillos

– after Tony Hoagland Tony’s niece Lucinda wields a credit card like a scythe, he says, at age nine, more interested in labels than faces, and this is what it means to be American and lonely. It’s easy to say … Continue reading

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What Change Must Come

We cannot build walls to keep the ocean out, not here at the penin- sula’s tip where water seeks the surface from below. The seas will filter up, will kill all but mangrove, sawgrass. The places I love most all … Continue reading

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On Looking Into Creeley’s “Pieces”

So long since I used a library card as a bookmark. And this not even a library book anymore, pulled from the shelves in 1981, Creeley too much for an Illinois high school librarian in Reagan’s heart- land. Never checked … Continue reading

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