Poetry by TR Brady
Each Queer Reimagining | Each Queer Reimagining (no cemetery) | Jonathan
Each Queer Reimagining | Each Queer Reimagining (no cemetery) | Jonathan
Us Has a Reaction to Bad Mother | and other poems
Ch#ngeling | Le#ves in w#ter | Immigr#tion
“Three Demons”: Series I (Extract) & VIII
from The Cryptodrone Sequence
Ennui for the Things I Can Trace and Feel | and other poems
Dispersal | Deer in Bright Snow
Excerpt from “Johnny”
Day #429
They were saying that they were all gonna move after this, bad fengshui and all, but they never did. . .
There was only an irregular rise and fall visible in the middle of that pile of winter jackets, socks over pant hems, ripped fabric. . .
There was only a wrist-sized space between the beds, and if Ovrid reached, he could touch Devrom’s shoulder. . .
The sun was setting and neon lights snapped on all over the place. Orange and white MUNI buses coasted along. . .
Nobody walks in L.A. Another lie. . .
Accept letting go of the ice cream and nonstop fish, I don’t deny you your pleasure, nor myself mine. . .
And then I saw death as an intruder, standing in the doorway of my mother’s bedroom. . .