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Photo: In the Woods
Photo: Mirroring/Blues
Given yesterday’s beautiful weather in the New York area, I went to a beach on the Long Island shore. The cloud up top seemed to replicate the shoreline Connecticut just as the sky reflected the water (had a very Alan Watts moment).
Poem: “There May Always Be the Trees”
Reading my poem, “There May Always Be the Trees” first published in Bloom. There May Always Be the Trees Night came in early— November and a first dusting. A cold stone wall, our dog, woods beyond the field all becoming a mystery at dusk. The fear of unnecessary injury and the winding down of theContinue reading “Poem: “There May Always Be the Trees””
Photo: Round Barn
Photo: Pilings
Met up with a friend just about a month ago, mid-September, by the piers on the West Side. Overcast slightly rainy. This was right near Little Island. I liked the starkness of the pilings with the curve of the water. Almost a month later, different people, different pilings near Pier 51. The way the sunsetContinue reading “Photo: Pilings”
Poem Reading: Confetti
Sharing a reading of my poem, “Confetti” published in Blue Unicorn. Please check out this great journal! ConfettiIn the midnight year,we were done,we were crushedwe fell like a fresh rain,like confetti on the streets,absolved of living. #poem #poetry #americanpoetry #poet
Poem published: “Cliffsides”
Pleased to have my poem, “Cliffsides” published in First Literary Review-East. Please visit & support this awesome journal! Cliffside We were foolish and giddy in our expectation.I knew nothing of kites, but you’d wanted one, so I bought one.A few weeks later, we drove up the mountain into the wind,our unsuitable car creaking resentfully. Halfway,Continue reading “Poem published: “Cliffsides””
Poem: The Next Necropolis
The Next Necropolis The crowds will come, some in ceremony, waltzing through the sleet. Weary of legacy, they register their ambivalence. Candles sputter in rainfall; cadence of light misfires. Once the wounds are open they can only be stitched up to heal: the scar becomes memory’s tabernacle. Tonight, you’ll earn your own. _____________________________________________________________________ firstContinue reading “Poem: The Next Necropolis”
Poem: After Removing Your Life Support
After Removing Your Life Support Yesterday, a Target bagswirled among the leavesacross the hospitalparking lot. Today, it hangson a curb, crushedby overnight rain. First published in Boston Literary Review
Brendan McEntee 