Red Brick Keshner : Writing

You are so easy to forget

You are so easy to forget

A Poem by Red Brick Keshner


Some of us have and will come and go at poetry forums and sites, where do we all go and will we even be remembered? We spill our guts and deepest secr..
Australia Day 2013

Australia Day 2013

A Poem by Red Brick Keshner


The Australian nation was birthed from the turmoil of the 1700s. Mad, King George III ruled the Empire and the tumultuous social upheavals of old Moth..
park bench musing

park bench musing

A Poem by Red Brick Keshner


thoughts for that house that time builtwhere a life had been lovingly wrappedin emotion and garlanded with thoughtsshare with us like fragmented bitso..
4G-ealousy

4G-ealousy

A Poem by Red Brick Keshner


Text walking, text driving,text dreaming, text romancing....that is all you ever do;I don't even bother anymore.It's good for you to press send your l..
1AM, It's a New Year

1AM, It's a New Year

A Poem by Red Brick Keshner


Just a few hours more about half a day for the rest for each timezone on the globe we tear off the last sheet of our calendars and sixty minutes a..
In Our Image

In Our Image

A Poem by Red Brick Keshner


Disclaimer: A little hilarious write that is not meant to be irreverent of anyone or anything. Hope you can enjoy. P.S. In case it is missed, this dis..
Sorry, you don't make the cut

Sorry, you don't make the cut

A Poem by Red Brick Keshner


.tentative stepsacross this gardena weeded junglesprouted gremlin-likewalk away throughbelladonna overrunseething poisonauger jaundiced sun lick abras..
failure to launch

failure to launch

A Poem by Red Brick Keshner


Poetry finds us, every minute of every day. The question is, are we able to recognise poetry when it stares us in the face?
Falling in Love Out of Need

Falling in Love Out of Need

A Poem by Red Brick Keshner


.I have fallen madlyirretrievably & unashamedlyin love with you:Just as that swatheof hair that won't stay in placeby gel or product or spit;You h..
a feather called macaroni

a feather called macaroni

A Poem by Red Brick Keshner


This is about "living life to the max;" a smidgen of humour is required to get full enjoyment of this poem. Cheers!