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Explanation Of A Dream

A Story by Hoyle Brannacht

I had a dream within a dream within a dream. I was a Dust Bowl farmer in the third, a farmer in the third, hi-ho the derry-o, a farmer in the third, b..

[I have fallen asleep, I have been asleep...]

A Story by Hoyle Brannacht

I have fallen asleep, I have been asleep. I have been sleep, bsleep. And fallen bsleep, ommm…in the arms of the caudillo's favorite woman, be..

[My preference is the name of a poem...]

A Poem by Hoyle Brannacht

My preference is the name of a poem writ measured in a note pressed flat at the bottom of a box.

April 13th

A Poem by Hoyle Brannacht

In whose mind leaps recognition? --shaking like legs on a dock hem— Is it yours?, my Pop, or the order of mine?, my pop. --making who..

For Prophets

A Poem by Hoyle Brannacht

Once, --unaware— ouncely shared in cannikins, the prophetit lay rare. But drabbed shunts opentut, the prophetehporp is tare. Perse’d..

The Hungry Ones

A Story by Hoyle Brannacht

Our walls bear the faces of a simple people, their chin and browborders impelled forth by time. They travel secret winds, coupling under cover of da..

Godwinked

A Poem by Hoyle Brannacht

Beroughed of comfort, --framed by the nook of a woody cross— but made to laugh long and loud at the depth of a feeling with so indifferen..

March 16th

A Poem by Hoyle Brannacht

Yonder, her: --around which men come— bearer of beauty or wearer of mask? --endless and onless—

Old Tire

A Poem by Hoyle Brannacht

Once, --in some mad pain— it was an old tire’s absence killed my brother. In the twisted eyes of our youth we found everything. ..

The Half-Nude

A Story by Hoyle Brannacht

There is a woman crying in the hallway. I shed a dream, some airy drip of sleep and reason, and come to it: soft, punctuated by rattling fists on..