Melancholy Hyperbole

Poetry about longing.

Tag Archive for ‘Michael H. Brownstein’

This Was Once a Love Poem

Go on; enjoy yourself. I’m not returning home this winter. I don’t want to make the mistake of another year, Missouri a long way off, full of superstition, omens, and witch’s meat. I’ll miss the ripeness of soil, the grazing river, wild turkeys, possums in the abandoned car, the red fox living beneath the house, voles camped in the hills. Some things need endings more than others, superstition a heavy […]

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How Not to Love a Liar

–Man’s rejection, God’s protection.   I am exactly like I am. No water of mistrust here. Swamps, perhaps. The heavy coil of wood. Bones to go with it.   There was no landscaper in your life, there was no man without a car, there was just me: The brake in the stomach feels no pain; the break in the heart, everything.   White hair of frost, powder and grey, the […]

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