POETRY Brian Swann THE GODS return, dust from a bee’s wings, this small brown moth
just landed on my arm, clatter of pebbles in a mountain stream,
whisper of maidenhair fern...
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RED SWAN Brian Swann
I found bits of it even when
it maybe wasn’t there like clouds
or shadow. I found it when
I wasn’t even looking or didn’t want it, or it found me...
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PEBBLE Brian Swann Under clouds cold as blue clay, light seeps into milkweed so it speaks monarchs, and the wind sings stones with voices from where there are none, from even before there...
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POETRY FISH Brian Swann The dragonfly hitches up mica wings, one twitch, settles back to watch and wait while trout subtle as water vanish in overhanging branches to rise again as vortex,...
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POETRY BATS Brian Swann are mice who went wrong way back but flapped about, cutting and pasting, adding and taking away, until they got it right, so...
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Two Poems by Brian Swann THE MAN Moon’s up, flinging bits of herself out into the void where stars sting, flint, fer-de-lance, bloom like neurons, neuroses, till dawn spills over a line of...
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POETRY CHURCHYARD Brian Swann Words in stone I can still hear, just, or see their shadows holding in breath so as not be blown away here where sermons in stone are rare now but sometimes...
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POETRY Two poems by Brian Swann COMPAGNI I look over the parapet where trees hang rags and condoms like ornaments from the last flood, and try to kick myself free of porno sheets wrapping...
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Principia Scriptoriae, hardly a name for a marquee, was rightness of the gesture for General Milne, but because I effectively produced for a limited run by the Manhattan Thea- ...
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VERSE BRIAN SWANN NAXOS A couple of cherrytrees where the citadel mounted on a maze throws its shadow half over. Two crows to the right, and left, two gulls. Here, on a piece of Atlantis, a day...
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