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There's Not Always a Hero

“I watched him,” he said, surrounded by walls and dry, but shivering from wet despair, never unremembered. “I couldn’t speak or move, as he splashed furiously towards me, moving ceaselessly away. I kn...

Apr 27, 2023

Lily

It was a place to visibly brim and gasp with life, first step within, Where you could stand in petrichor, still, Sharing, with lungs of soil and chlorophyll The lush soulful dreams of an emerald And a...

Jun 4, 2022

And then she didn't

Kiss me with everything that has happened Kiss me with force Breathe your dreams past my lips in panting gasps Splash yourself across the inside of my skull In portraits that ache my throat Run finger...

May 23, 2022

A Disposition

I can feel the sun rising there, out of sight Repainting the hills and air-jostled leaves With joyful, vivacious brush strokes Eons of practiced mastery spilling over the world-canvas this artistic vi...

May 23, 2022

The Desolate Dutiful

The earth breathes in Holds A waxwing gaily flits Through the fresh, sullen gap Between open road and empty sidewalk Buoyed by the soft petrichor Exhaled from rain speckled soil A new perch sprouting ...

Feb 20, 2022

Greatness, Sin

Ankle-deep in brackish brine nostril-thick with cloying nectar and sulphur they've forgotten all but the Fall The devil was always people and in their hand has ever been the rudder of this half-submer...

Feb 20, 2022

Her of Hymns

She left me a voicemail this morning, Polyhymnia did. I spent a dozen decisions just to buy the courage to listen She says she wants all the least perfect words hazy amoebas of sound that stir only th...

Jan 23, 2022

Mantra

Rise and shine you beautiful catastrophe! The wonders of the world lie outside that window waiting for new neighbours of your design the sun, like flashing cameras, dances the river aglow and a child ...

Oct 1, 2021

A Beauty of my Own

What am I up to? Just spending my rhyme to decorate time the way that face decorates the space it's placed within. That grin is winning me over to dream something bolder and dream it tonight. Oh heave...

Aug 14, 2021

Angela

Nights were born to commiserate on things we ignore when the world's perceived, like why would we draw timelines straight? They should twist and turn and wobble and weave take off towards distant clim...

Aug 13, 2021

The Rock that Built Houses

Sometimes we roam from home and bemoan the tone of our own histories but why try to ply youth's lies? Instead let's fly in the face of life's mysteries; A tree only grows tall if it embraces its roots...

Aug 13, 2021

To Take Command

Lies in layers lie in wait to lay the lion-tamer low But still the show does not go on till he goes on the show Friends and foes in force do fly and face the fierce retort Of Fire's glow; the fighter'...

Aug 13, 2021

The Poetry and Works of Brian Mohr

Not every poem I write finds its way onto this blog, but I hope you can find something within the broad range of my writing that connects with you and gives you something to think about.

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