Red Brick Keshner : Writing

Cry Petey, I See Bards Rounding the Bend

Cry Petey, I See Bards Rounding the Bend

A Poem by Red Brick Keshner


` Cry we all toward places unnamed Rise above the crested hills Yell we will - shattering door frames Plundering thoughts of plovered wi..
thus written

thus written

A Poem by Red Brick Keshner


` each instance the poet pulls the quill resting between his breastbone and life's undulations treasures once hidden pulse uncovered re..
Autocide

Autocide

A Poem by Red Brick Keshner


` my reasons - anyone's reasons seem too much at one time and way too little another some of us don't ever come back from thinkin..
From Swords to Plowshares

From Swords to Plowshares

A Poem by Red Brick Keshner


` A field of crop once a battlefield(red) now feeds a remnant - They that survived the young gave-up lives so this plot of land Might r..
Sit and Wait

Sit and Wait

A Poem by Red Brick Keshner


` He sits and he waits He'll sit and wait for that rush to take him away Maybe then As he sits He shall write of journeys -chucking..
the meek shan't inherit dearth

the meek shan\'t inherit dearth

A Poem by Red Brick Keshner


` if I proffer at this keyboard thoughts of how I feel among the dirt paths reduce opportunities slimming hopes increasing mirth that on..
To Write

To Write

A Poem by Red Brick Keshner


` often it is the only etched thing between you and improbability. no stink kicked up, no feigning love, no affluence can hatch it. ..
The Rains are Over

The Rains are Over

A Poem by Red Brick Keshner


` a tardiest drop-p-p reverb-b-erates in the ear of the deaf crashing, blinding sunlight reappears after the falling rain `
And the moon in a starless sky

And the moon in a starless sky

A Poem by Red Brick Keshner


` Longer than the night he walks-- not knowing what's good for the soul: peering into dark windows waiting for tiredness to set in trysts..
acceptance

acceptance

A Poem by Red Brick Keshner


` while scant shall another day there be witheld from your fond affection free let no august morn gladness pretend my waning heart bere..


Love Me Not
1986, Penny Herrera falls into the predatory clutches of Matt, an older man who has no other intention than to alter Pen
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