Excerpt from ‘The Weight of Snow: New and Selected Poems’ from Black Swift Press

The Weight of Snow is alive with style and filled with beautiful, nostalgic imagery. Bruce's free verse poetry is rich with detail, and her evocative language will stay with you long after reading this collection. Deeply introspective and profoundly insightful, each new poem displays great thematic range and literary sensibility. I have no doubt that Bruce [...]

NEW RELEASE: ‘The Weight of Snow: New & Selected Poems’ (Black Swift Press, 2014) Available on Amazon

AVAILABLE ON AMAZON! The Weight of Snow: New & Selected Poems B. L. Bruce Black Swift Press, 2014 ISBN (eBook): 978-0-9914503-0-5 ISBN (Trade Paperback): 978-0-9914503-1-2 Paperback: $8.99 eBook: $2.99 In The Weight of Snow, author B. L. Bruce explores the many plights of the human species, from the mysteries of the heart and the inescapability [...]

‘Fragility’ Appears in 2River View’s Winter 2014 (18.2) Issue

FRAGILITY From my mother I learned how wine swims in the vein, what happens when the vaquita dies, how to boil meat from bone to make chicken soup. Like her, often I am stirred from sleep by thought, not dream. A frenzied rap at the thin door a beckon to follow her into the summer [...]

‘At Henry Cowell State Park, Early Winter’ Appears in phren-Z Magazine, Winter 2012

 In fall,the Big Leaf maples warm                    in color,and in time will let gotheir dying leaves.By December, the ungiving stalksof the American Sweetgum are bare                                    and still,                                    even in wind.We walk beside the woodyardlate one afternoon,and my mother says,      “The leaves are turning          on the alders,”                       and nods.Her skin, the best clock,           a sundial in the angled light;I do not know her [...]

‘Two Figures on a Train’ Published in Issue Two (Spring 2012) of Northwind Magazine

TWO FIGURES ON A TRAIN This morning the cattails sway in the heaviness of red-winged blackbirds and their sputtering chatter. Among marsh reeds, the subtle croak of toads echoes through glassless windows. And because neither had imagined the stillness of the deserted railway cars bordering the old millpond, their hands slid beneath soft cotton— two [...]