YOURMONEYISOURS

Brandon Jordan Brown. Poetry. 2014 PEN Center USA Emerging Voices Fellow.
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Ladies and gents, your 2014 @pencenterusa #emergingvoices fellows. I can’t believe it is over. Thanks to everyone who came last night!

Ladies and gents, your 2014 @pencenterusa #emergingvoices fellows. I can’t believe it is over. Thanks to everyone who came last night!

One of my poems just came out today in Day One. You can download it through the Kindle app! #poetry

One of my poems just came out today in Day One. You can download it through the Kindle app! #poetry

LISA OLSTEIN

Ready Regret

She used the stadium. I would have
chosen the bridge. We’re not even

Division One. Our tailgate crowds
are mostly enthusiastic about beer.

Sunlight in the trees. Sunlight
in the trees. I thought these

feelings would be blonder,
quieter, like that virus

that doesn’t kill you but kills in you
what tells you to wake up.

All the good and bad souls who
size me up judge a different woman

than the one you used to know:
two-room apartment with a view of cold

as imagined by lack of snow,
nut and honey cookies from the baker

for three weeks only to entice the spring
and later year-round because we can’t wait

for anything anymore so we forget what
the sweetness was supposed to mean.

When Animals Attack

When Animals Attack

Untitled (Blue, Green, & Brown): oil on canvas: Mark Rothko: 1952

Tuesday, July 15, 2014

The TV said the planes have hit the buildings.

& I said Yes because you asked me to stay.

Maybe we pray on our knees because the lord

only listens when we’re this close

to the devil.There is so much I want to tell you.

How my greatest accolade was to walk

across the Brooklyn Bridge & not think

of flight. How we live like water: touching

a new tongue with no telling

what we’ve been through. They say the is sky is blue

but I know it’s black seen through too much air.

You will always remember what you were doing

when it hurts the most. There is so much

I want to tell you—but I only earned

one life. & I took nothing. Nothing. Like a pair of teeth

at the end. The TV kept saying The planes…

The planes…& I stood waiting in the room

made from broken mocking birds. Their wings throbbing

into four blurred walls. Only you were there.

You were the window.

OCEAN VUONG IS WHAT KILLS YOU AND BRINGS YOU BACK TO LIFE

"A Boat" by Richard Brautigan.

This poem is everything.

Feel the Magic. #tbt

Feel the Magic. #tbt

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PEN USA’s Emerging Voices

I’m on the UCLA Writers’ Extension Program site talking about the benefits of the Emerging Voices Fellowship. 

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