Tag Archives: Heath Brougher

Twig

Bent telephone poles adorn the crowded streets now cleared. Holly and Jade cast out their midnight moans to the confetti streets, the golden streets. Bugs have come for us again.   Who are these people? Heath Brougher is the co-poetry … Continue reading

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The Oak Tree

That oak tree is not really an oak tree. That oak tree is only an oak tree because you call it an oak tree.   Maybe you should stop lying to yourself. Heath Brougher lives in York, PA, and attended … Continue reading

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