Chandelier

Chandelier

When I cleaned the light,
the one that hangs
over the table on which
we eat, I discovered
death in piles, wings
dried bodies of hopeful
creatures failed in search
of an ever distant sun.

BEFORE THE RAZOR button ver 2

razor iconBrad G. Garber has degrees in biology, chemistry and law. He writes, paints, draws, photographs, hunts for mushrooms and snakes, and runs around naked in the Great Northwest. Since 1991, he has published poetry, essays and weird stuff in such publications as Embodied Effigies, Clementine Poetry Journal, Sugar Mule, Barrow Street, Ray’s Road Review and other quality publications. 2013 Pushcart Prize nominee.

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