Tag Archives: Michael H. Brownstein

Cold

thick and thicker swamps the air with bogeymen. Dust sparrows hide within the long-leafed grasses bundled and bundled. Sunlight drenches the windows drowning the sky with light and storm, but there is no storm only cold blue and bluer. Michael … Continue reading

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Laughter in the Home for the Dead

we thought it a daffodil kind of glitter childish a tattoo of smile but found instead a slip of color dying in slow motion Michael H. Brownstein’s book, A Slipknot Into Somewhere Else: A Poet’s Journey To The Borderlands Of … Continue reading

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How to Build Your First Casket

Select a wood neither sun-stressed nor rain-damp, depressed or gruel. Measure the angels carefully for they wish to sleep on the way home. Leave a line of light, an object of love and something of influence. Stain every area with … Continue reading

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My Town

The air waterlogged, the moon full, the sky a deeper blue When you split a pole with a stranger When you walk the uphill walkways on the eastside My town deadened and terminally ill The library parking lot is empty … Continue reading

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Edges

We were not statues, no, nor were we men, just two boys, I the taller holding the knife blade locked open over our heads, the two of us grappling over it on the perfectly green grass in the perfectly green … Continue reading

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Dearest Life/Dearest Breath

Dearest death on a pumpkin seed Dearest correspondent Dearest heir to the roses Dearest marijuana bird’s sweet flight Dearest season of autism and leaf Dearest blossom and hummingbird, Dearest cloud store and packet of underwear— There is a reason to … Continue reading

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Viewing the Cloud Plain

We awake to a place we do not understand, folds of skin starch empty of breath. The nearby stream the only space it knows, the river trapped in the channel it creates for itself and boulder puddles eroding into muddy … Continue reading

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