Kurt Brown: The Kiss
That kiss I failed to give you.
How can you forgive me?
September 30, 2025 · 20 Comments
Kurt Brown: High Diver
Now she pivots like a dancer, gripping the board
with her toes, and rises as it quivers with her weight
then settles again. She waits until it stops,
until she gathers herself up to balance there,
tall and undeniable, her back to us in the withering light.
August 12, 2025 · 26 Comments
Laure-Anne Bosselaar and Kurt Brown: “Yonder” by Herman de Coninck
I seek a village.
And in it a house. And in it a
room, in which a bed, in which a woman.
And in that woman a lap.
May 16, 2025 · 27 Comments
Kurt Brown: Road Trip
Once in Kansas, I stood in a field and watched
the stars on the horizon revolve around my ankles.
People are always moving, even those standing still
because the world keeps changing around them, changing them.
August 9, 2023 · 11 Comments
Kurt Brown: Fisherman
He’s only felt the shadow
of something enormous darken his life. Or has he?
April 12, 2023 · 9 Comments
