Kyle Seamus Brosnihan is a Filipino-American poet and playwright. Raised in Nebraska, he now lives in Brooklyn. He received his MFA in Poetry from Brooklyn College in 2022. His poetry has been published in Electric Literature, Apogee, Gordon Square Review, Beautiful Days Press, and elsewhere. He has poetry forthcoming in The Brooklyn Rail, The Margins, […]
Synopsis Reel flickers byof a flashing off-whitelike mucus.A great bigediting errorof a man standsfor a single frame. Fill in the blanks,the features of his face.Who placed him there,was it on purpose? The film slows and groans down,he steps onto the cutting room floor,then the moviemoves on to the next station. Industrial Estate Allsorts Low-set layerings […]
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Liminal I My lad and I take a short walkto the bottom of the lane behind our house.But the end of the lane is not the end.Beyond lies a road, a swath of green,a wild slope, and the railroad tracks.Beyond the tracks: canal, towpath,river, mountain; and beyond the mountainare shops and a cinema we knowbecause […]
It is here, in this specific spot, across from this sky, here, where it all began. Monday, January 30, 2017 at 2:23 PM. Beirut, Lebanon. I have not written about the sea in a while. It has become increasingly harder to think about it, to imagine it, to smell it. I went around telling […]
When I came into myself, again Yet another awkward re-awakening of this body I saw an imprisoned cage of where a young woman was residing, It was right behind my Mother’sss eyesss A tiny fire lit between the iris of two gazing hazel stonesss One of yearning Death and one of burning Honor Where ssshe […]
Smacked for my ever first drawing A depiction of a Cephalopd on my bedroom wall I shared the pale blue room with my twin Cribs adjacent A marker taken out of the grips of my clinging little finger tips As my brother watched the beginning of my art career fail PAINT OVER, PAINTED OVER […]
The Witness: Why do you cry? The Face: Because, I see. The Witness: What do you see? :: The Face stares back for a time where The Witness thought to itself ‘until Kingdom-Come, when will it speak?” The Face’s eyes weld up with the deepest sorrow yet the greatest joy with a mouth […]
Listen in on a private reading by Noelia Young, a slam poet based in Fayetteville, Arkansas. Her poetry discusses important themes: racism, wisdom, growth, and survival. Time stamps for each poem: “To My Racist Friend” 00:29 “Advice To My College Self” 03:38 “Lulla-bye” 7:01 “Me Too” 10:34
In my dreams we were in Charleston imagining apparitions and clowns I wonder how we could devise plans to become ghosts together in a tourist town to scare off kids and lovers alike And seeing how they still wanted us around even The devil horned The pale-blue eyed The predatorial smiles The dirty skinned […]
