Wednesday, July 9, 2008

Two Poems: Tim J Brennan

Other Woman

she says whisper
the words, kisses
my cheek

it is so cold
this day her lip
imprint freezes
on my skin

i rub it
for luck

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The Poet Reads

the poet speaks
to them from behind
his invisible moon

they become
to his prayers

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~ Tim Brennan lives in Austin, MN. He is a frequent contributor to Elegant Thorn Review.

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