by Brian Heffron | Feb 11, 2010 | Poetry
The punch remembered from then on Looping round in endless song. When dreams bleed they are funneled south Blood still dripping from the mouth. My heart cannot be wounded more, I have taken all you had in store, And rolled over into a newer sorrow, Understanding this...
by Brian Heffron | Feb 11, 2010 | Poetry
Because of the way I am damaged I see everything as a poem Every mishap is a drama Every hamlet is like Rome. Saturday’s broad sun, Saturates the blue If I could only absorb it Then my path might remain true. A hand can hold a flower, But also a dagger too. Because of...
by Brian Heffron | Nov 2, 2009 | Poetry
My precious state of isolation causes occasional insurrection. Bubbling up from far below, a volcanic, caustic bloody flow. The diagnosis never changes, from this to that it always ranges. On the swivel, frozen in flight, but always searching for the fight. This pill,...
