AND YET TO WEEP, TO WONDER
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TO WEEP, TO WONDER
by Don Brennan
tragic innocents accustomed to time’s howling winds
love’s invincibility, the sun’s nucleus
distances that feel like dreaming
white noise drifts away
we see for ourselves
what is truer than war, than poverty
all the mind
is able to perceive
from the many ugly
faces of slavery
rape and pedophilia are
murder ceases to exist
truth that is beauty is
all we wish to know…
to weep, to wonder
empire drenched streets
yearning, eternal return
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Try Those Shoes (Poems by Don Brennan), 2006, 48 pages, $5.00
Excerpt: Let Me Fly(pg. 5)
whenever you can/Old World/just let me fly...don't send us to Heaven...please keep us here/around you/part of the fire and smoke/energy and love cycle/until you die yourself/and fly off to Planet Heaven...
Prelude To Uncertainty (Poems by Don Brennan), 2007, 44 pages, $5.00
Excerpt: Word Of Mouth(pg. 35)
The way his jaw swings/somebody could hang it on a porch/spend summer evenings waving to passers by/...eagle with a broken jaw needing heroin now/more than all the oil leaking out of the Euro into/golden bathtubs of Dubai, and looka there, Dubya/and Condi fluffing one another with baby powder/about to give birth to twins...
SEASONAL WORK (poems by Don Brennan), 2006, 48 pages, $5.00
Excerpt: DETOUR pg. 24
For a creature locked out of a cafe, motivation is of
course irrelevant, as are doubts, self or otherwise...
it's not a question of departure. We need
shelter, the canine and I, a place to feel safe
before it's too late...
Leavenworth Poets Summit V (Edited by Don Brennan) 2007, 42 pages, $5.00 donation to Central City Hospitality House.
Excerpt: Live Concert In The Tenderloin by Charles Curtis Blackwell(pg. 5)
A pigeon does that strut thing/Marco Polo traveler/S.F. beat...This brother brings the stereo tuned to a jazz station/To this concrete park with rod iron fence/freedom in the park/Catching the sound there of the/Pause, stand, listen/In the middle of hardcore deprivation...
TRACKS: Leavenworth Street Anthology (Edited by Don Brennan) 2007, 39 pages, $5.00 donation to Central City Hospitality House.
Excerpt: A Kind Of Death by Marsha Campbell (pg. 27)
We confine ourselves to a small room.
The small room of your mind.
Heavy curtains close in on us
and there is no light.
Your speaking voice was gathered
by the dust of the night.
Listening became a chore
until I could touch you no more.
I begged for you to open up the door.
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