MOCKINGBIRD As it often doesmoving by memory,your body finds mine, fitspuzzled into angles and curvesin those hushed hours—were it not for the mockingbirdscreaming into the moonlit,slate-grey sky. I envy you,your unbothered sleep.No torment. No great,stirring voicein your mindscreaming,screaming. c. B. L. BruceFirst published by VisitantFollow Bruce on Instagram @thepoesis and Twitter @the_poesis
As I embark on my journey to revive more of my own personal work, I've taken to posting poems, prose, and more on a brand new, focused Instagram account. The lines between profession and personal began to blur, so I'm setting aside a special space to get real and vulnerable and share the work that [...]
Below is an excerpt from my latest publication in Damselfly Press's issue 30--my poem titled "Pulse" that is set to appear in my next collection, The Starling's Song (2015) PULSE Listen to the Poem Eating blue mussels from the perfect domes of their shells, you twist a slice of orange into the foam of your [...]
CLIMBING NORTH MOUNTAIN IN SPRING Sonata of the mockingbirds from the high limbs of the poplar, the curtains shift; petals are loosened from the tangle of bougainvillea vine, are pulled to the earth in a brilliant snow of tangerine and magenta. I go north, the noise too unsettling, climb small Sugarloaf Mountain to wander through [...]
Love poems and the anthologies that contain them are plentiful. But is it true of their counterpart, poems that speak to loneliness, heartbreak, unrequited love and abuse masquerading as love—conflicted hearts? A brief review of the literary genre would say that there is no such balance. Anthologies of heartbreak, it appears, do not exist in abundance. Well, let there be balance in the [...]
Along with six other works, the following poem titled "Clay" was accepted into Tayen Lane Publishing's Poems from Conflicted Hearts: An Anthology scheduled for release in March of 2014!CLAYI come knocking, find you in the garden looking not more than a child, eating the sweet petals of the guava blossoms,bending to sweep the stone pathway.You drift [...]
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