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 […]
Have you noticedthat birds on the ground usually walk or hopinstead of fly?But they will fly if you get inside theirflight initiation path,which is just a fancy way of sayingtoo close for comfort.Humans like to say things in fancy waysthat can usually be said simpler.This is used to distance other humans.Birds, like humans, will keep […]
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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 […]
They say the difference between a hoarder and a collector is that collectors see value in objects others would discard, while a hoarder believes they need an item to survive. I believe I am a hoarder of perishable people. Prized possessions my fingers strangled to hold to. Marks left on the throats […]
@Mourning Tell us why you are sad/not sad Mad/not mad Conflicted/devastated/glad That ________ is dead (*click here for thread*) So we can tell you why you’re wrong It’s wrong to say You celebrate (Would you, in public, masturbate?) The dropping of a megaphone That magnified (*buffering*) Your suffering To die […]
SHE She used to like to do it in the morning When sunlight knifed through curtains Highlighting her movements Cat like Like cool easy jazz Then one day something left her Died A single tear tarnishing cheek It rolled down Moving her into the dark Where she continues to do it In silhouette […]
psychic night your hands have never felt skin that thinks on its own; he intended to trick time, untick the clock, put his clavicle on your lips and you knew. when he reddened your neck by tracing its shape as if to pin a map for a land to conquer, you quivered. A flag […]
` I am tired of worrying my youth away, I am tired of being worried, I am tired You want to hold on to it, that certain lightness of being You said child, child: once it goes, never comes your way again ` Simone says “ain’t nobody perfect ’cause ain’t nobody free” Couldn’t be […]
I. shards of a mirror floating downriver the future is a desert you have only what you bring with you I’ll give you one where ice is worth diamonds and honey worth more money is no good here the brazen serpent of the dollar sign has locked upon its tail and greed boundless eats the […]
