Friday, June 24, 2016


She carves herself
into a rocking chair,
and finds her place
on the porch.

In a steady sway
of grainy regret,
the hurt of having
flesh remains.

1 comment:

janetleigh said...

In the chance you don't return to my blog, I'll reply to you here, as well.
Brian, it was a joy to see you had stopped by; I was impelled to visit your blog and as a result I spent more than an hour re-reading your stellar work, again. I just couldn’t get enough. You always draw me in; you’re an amazing wordsmith. I’m coming out of a harsh season looking forward to newness of life. Thank you for thinking of me and I hope you’ll come back, my friend.