All This Is That

by Jack Brummet A  flight of swallows Spins outside the window. One by one, Stars turn on And the yellow sun Cycles to dusty ro...

By Jack Brummet L et the blue turtle go Train your eyes Like a bobcat Leave the knife beneath your cloak Let things pass Because ...

Poem by Jack Brummet, Illustration by Jack Brummet The figure you brushed in, Stuck under static skies, Wants off the canvas. He...

By Jack Brummet 1   You can't see earth From the dark side of the moon But maybe that changes With the accelerating deceler...

By Jack Brummet On the floor in the distance Bercilak de Hautdesert Battle-axe in one hand A branch of holly in the other Walks toward y...

By Jack Brummet P robability and statistics Tell us ineluctably That the more times You stick your head In the lion...

by Jack Brummet In silhouette against bisque skies, crows bounce on snow-humped branches, shaking snow to the ground and ...

By Jack Brummet You gather your friends Around you Like a shock of wheat, Like a bulwark Or a last ditch bivouac In the co...

By Jack Brummet W hen I'm not here I'm often there e.g., anywhere that's not here I'm there, but not all there ...

By Jack Brummet There are pockets of sanity still scattered among us, and light years between those shining seas of tranquili...

By Jack Brummet W e like to believe    We could endure anything for five minutes But that theory, cooked up    In your hermetic s...

By Jack Brummet I t is one ocean with many names And into the ocean, sooner or later, flows Every river, spring, raindrop, creek,...

By Jack Brummet We confound fluorescent witches near the virgin The fun has died Dark and glowing beyond the sea You pull lustful ...

By Jack Brummet B eneath a chiseled frieze of cerulean blue Islands recede into the water To settle on the sea floor Like an ...

By Jack Brummet Public domain image, " Soria Moria ," painted by by Theodor Kittelsen in 1914. It’s all one story—    ...

By Jack Brummet We play dodgeball, Weaving around and through Unseen hazards and shoals, Always feeling less safe Than we ...

By Jack Brummet People say life Would have no meaning If we lived forever; Others say life Would have meaning If we did. The meaning ...

By Jack Brummet When I'm not here I'm often there Which is anywhere That's not here. I'm there, But not all ...

By Jack Brummet W e all have a platoon  Of partly-contained voices And shards of multiple personalities Ready to burst From the co...

By Jack Brummet [illustration  "eight stages of life" via http://thenakedconvos.com/] The 1950s were about Giving ourselves ...