Brad : Writing

The Bucket

The Bucket

A Poem by Brad


The weed bucket sat in the hot, humid soil Awaiting the gardeness’s return Eager, his duty to perform At last, here she comes! Laden..
Maybe The Rain

Maybe The Rain

A Poem by Brad


He’s building a house out of paper mache On a hill in a land where it rains every day Whatever is finished dissolves in the mist He kno..
The Dragon

The Dragon

A Poem by Brad


The knight slumped against the moist wall of the cavern and opened his visor. His ears were still ringing from the deafening crash of the entrance c..
Night Drive

Night Drive

A Poem by Brad


Sounds of wind and road coalesce into a formless music Trees loom on either side, a darker black-on-black against the night sky The world is ..
Days

Days

A Poem by Brad


Throw your days into the air See them spiraling down like maple seeds Tell one from another, if you can Do they all weigh the same? Gr..
The High Places

The High Places

A Poem by Brad


Remember, ye who tread the high places Rejoicing in their splendor and majesty Breathing the air that bathes the stars That mountains are b..
Forest Magic

Forest Magic

A Poem by Brad


The dirt and graveled path, ribbed with reaching roots Winds away out of sight A shaft of sunlight eludes the canopy’s leaves ..
For Noel

For Noel

A Poem by Brad


Our friend who left too soon.
The Music Man

The Music Man

A Poem by Brad


He stands on a sticky stage in a dingy club Alone with his guitar and his dreams His voice and soul poured out in every line The cheap sound ..
Harold And Maude

Harold And Maude

A Story by Brad


A trip to the doctor goes horribly wrong