Brett Hernan : Writing

The Mark of Cain

The Mark of Cain

A Poem by Brett Hernan


Was the bad sonmade white?
From Prison

From Prison

A Poem by Brett Hernan


The nameI have scratchedinto the wallon her side of the bedthree hundredand fifty threemonths ago.
Band-Aid

Band-Aid

A Poem by Brett Hernan


Explodes pestilence arachnid formaldehyde clavicle temperament grey wig telephone koala parker qualified. A baby cloud. “Nothi..
Crazy Horse

Crazy Horse

A Poem by Brett Hernan


Two teenage kid lovers,unhooking their shoes, adhesive, ne'er been washed carpet.Running up the stairs.Out!Inner city street,now,much cleaner.They joi..
Save the Children

Save the Children

A Poem by Brett Hernan


A child paces at midnightwearing onlya single holey-toed sock which slips offthenbarefoottowards youbetweenthe upside down aisles of a supermarkethol..
Every Woman

Every Woman

A Poem by Brett Hernan


It isevery womanwho, as a girl,in bloom,is always beautiful.It is only the lover of truthwho may see petalsfrom that bloomin a woman of a hundred.
Everybody's Got To Learn Some Time

Everybody's Got To Learn Some Time

A Poem by Brett Hernan


What all of the psychiatrists in the world (probably) won't tell youis that the natural condition, after examining the relationship of each human bein..
Horse Feathers

Horse Feathers

A Poem by Brett Hernan


You couldn’tunderstand himeven if you were really listening.
The Impalers

The Impalers

A Poem by Brett Hernan


Vampyres sitand wiggle the heelsof their outstretched legswatching TVand thinking,"I'll have that one next!"
End

End

A Poem by Brett Hernan


Papers filled by things that matter forgotten phone call that never happened just ask my brother, sir tinker nailer auto sky rhythm cicada jet Ha..