I’m hitting a point now where I’m pleasantly surprised that people want to publish their work on my site. I suppose it’s the phase right before pompous egomania when you assume the stance of “well of COURSE people want to submit essays to my blog. I’m a celebrity damn it.” With any hope my good breeding and lack of substantial ego will prevent this from happening. If it doesn’t, more’s-the-pity. At any rate a friend of mine recently contacted me and asked if I would be willing to publish a few of his poems on the cite. I made him mow my lawn and clean my toilets for seven weeks, but after a while I relented…okay now the ego’s starting to take over.
Please enjoy these five beautiful poems, care of Brad Douglas.
I use my hands to pull up your mud,
my nails to get at the gems inside
the cavern your back hoards,
and I am closer than any panting jeweler.
I go to work
excavating with kiss and pinch,
pulling you to me.
You move like the earth
upon itself, leaving markings
where you once were.
You know these bones are blood iron
and break them, so they are yours.
You bury me in you.
When I lay soundless
your pressure molds me
When your skin shivers
I am touching the soft walls
When we break
how we shimmer in the other.
On your bleeding thigh
moves in your pulses
Before you might fall
and lean into me
Where the blood stays
will be bandaged together
Brad M. Douglas
My skin glows from light
cast in dark
We dilate into the other
You are revealed in light
held by dark
The day we screamed until our throats scraped away
and you cancelled your wedding anniversary to teach me a lesson,
I crawled under my bed, past the dusty marbles, beyond
the body bagged comics; clawed until I was covered
by all I had ever been, and in that moment,
you were a monster, not a mother,
and I no longer feared the dark.
bite my shoulder
by the time the morning
wrapped us in dew-soaked gauze
our nails were already sharpened
and we cut the sheets to catch the breeze
About the Author:
“Brad M. Douglas is a Texas-based writer. His first book, a volume of poetry titled “For Love” was self-published in 2009, when the author was sixteen. He has been at work on the follow up ever since. Many of the themes found in his writing are largely informed by Dylan Thomas, Jeff Buckley, and Derrick Brown. This leads his words to have both a vocal and introspective aspect; they may be either screamed or whispered, so listen close.”