Work by Brad Davis
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Literary Bed-fellows
Posted in Gossip!, November 2009
Maybe a dozen times I have slept in the same bed as Longfellow, Jewett, and Whittier. Where? At Sylvester Manor (Shelter Island, NY) in the Poets Room outside of which a ghost was recently spotted midday by Andrew, one of the farm hands. No lie.
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From Here I Cannot Say What Kind It Is
Posted in Poetry, November 2009
To draw off the cat, a bird flails in the grass, feigns weakness to distract from an actual weakness. Something I admire. But for his go-to-town shirts, blue to mimic workingman’s blue, B. Brecht paid dearly to have them tailored in silk. A different kind of con. Like P. Picasso’s ride: in appearance plebeian— the [...]
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You’ve Changed
Posted in Poetry, November 2009
(To be read phrase-by-phrase, in any order. The song, “You’ve Changed,” was written in 1942 by Bill Carey & Carl Fischer.) when I sing it naked she cries into the mirror
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95°F / 96% Humidity
Posted in Poetry, November 2009
This is not the room he sits in with its ancient couch, fireplace, wicker chairs, and two original Moser prints. This is not the school that owns the road the cottage sits on or the last green valley. This is not southern New England or North America or some blue planet called Earth. This is [...]
