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1. Television Watching

1. Television Watching

A Poem by Brett Hernan


We’ve come for the soft drink fables. The horse walked slowly from the cool brick building to an air-conditioned all-night movie theater, whic..
2. Things That Happen

2. Things That Happen

A Poem by Brett Hernan


You want to be protected. You step back when the fight starts because when the cops arrive and you’re there being slung across the room when t..
3. Famous Dead Rock Stars

3. Famous Dead Rock Stars

A Poem by Brett Hernan


I didn't make the image accompanying this work.
Bijou

Bijou

A Poem by Brett Hernan


Collated extracts from an epic prose poem, written between 1991 and 1997.
There's No One Around/Morning Drizzle/Lunar Waste/Point of Incident/Thousandaire/Desert Island

There's No One Around/Morning Drizzle/Lunar Waste/..

A Poem by Brett Hernan


An extract from an epic prose poem written between 1991 and 1997.
Cap'n Nerg Fleckmuller Recarpets the Born Heist Part 6 - The Awakening of Pancacque Jacque

Cap'n Nerg Fleckmuller Recarpets the Born Heist Pa..

A Story by Brett Hernan


An eclipse that whips the grips from man kinds' finger tips. They say that beneath Mt. Wellington is a long sleeping mollusc with eyes of brillian..
Pacifier

Pacifier

A Story by Brett Hernan


Number .96, in a series from a 240 age monstrosity from between 1995 and 2004. Plenty of others from the same collection exist. Not talking to anyone ..
Post Card from the Bermuda Triangle

Post Card from the Bermuda Triangle

A Story by Brett Hernan


I have been sent here to the tropics to collect information for a ground report to be given to the oil company that I work for. Today the rains hav..
The Garden Party

The Garden Party

A Story by Brett Hernan


For Kitz, (with apologies!)
On the Internet

On the Internet

A Poem by Brett Hernan


My head has become a foot!My head has become a foot!My head has become a foot!My head has become... a foot!My head has become my foot!My head has beco..
Big Boys Don't Cry

Big Boys Don't Cry

A Poem by Brett Hernan


In loving memory of every suicidal male ever.
Choirs of Lawn Mowers

Choirs of Lawn Mowers

A Poem by Brett Hernan


First draft. Just another public holiday.

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