Brett Hernan : Writing

Red Balloon

Red Balloon

A Poem by Brett Hernan


It's impossibleto write on warwith a childbouncing a red balloonin front of you.
Toy Guns

Toy Guns

A Poem by Brett Hernan


Military technologies, allowed accessby the general publicfor mass-consumptionas mass-produceddomestic items, (such as drones),validate,by this method..
The System

The System

A Poem by Brett Hernan


Every house should have a recirculating,self-contained,waterrecycling system.
If You Have To Ask the Price, You Can't Afford It

If You Have To Ask the Price, You Can't Afford It

A Poem by Brett Hernan


At a time,when most of the people on earth,may communicate, freely,andimmediately, with one,another. More easily than at any other, known time, in hum..
Circle Run

Circle Run

A Poem by Brett Hernan


The problemwith the human raceis notthat it was dumb Then,played dumb.But, now,that it really should haveknown better.
Old Beach

Old Beach

A Poem by Brett Hernan


Rib cageslong sinceabandonedrottedaway hulls of ships stuckin river's edge mud there centuries before.
Bond

Bond

A Poem by Brett Hernan


James Bondwassuccessfullyauthorisedeffectively,to recruit more, enlisted volunteers,sincethey do,so often, die.The initial, required test of loyalty, ..
Stripier

Stripier

A Poem by Brett Hernan


It was hard to be you, when you were gone.
Oops!

Oops!

A Poem by Brett Hernan


It is the error/mistakeswhich haunt,'the great'.
Facebook, (etc)

Facebook, (etc)

A Poem by Brett Hernan


The future begins with the word, 'if'.If the human consciousness,en mass, is over-loaded by informationthen it may perceive pure self thought as drear..