Swimming Elephants
DMBradley
- Location
- New Jersey, USA
- Birthday
- August 27
- Bio
- I am a 7th grade Language Arts (English) teacher from New Jersey. I graduated with my BA in English/Secondary Ed. from The College of New Jersey. I am trying to get into an MFA program for Poetry. Any feedback is welcome.
MY RECENT POSTS
- Morning Light: Part 1
February 20, 2011 04:57PM - To Lilly
January 18, 2011 07:59PM - California
December 31, 2010 05:39PM - Seeing Eye to Eye
December 31, 2010 05:38PM - This Fleeting World
(Revisited)
May 16, 2009 04:29PM
MY RECENT COMMENTS
- “First off, thank you to
everyone for all the comments.
I feed
off of them
(though…”
May 16, 2009 04:35PM - “For those of you who
have read the original version
of This
Fleeting World,
this…”
May 16, 2009 04:31PM - “Go for it. And let me
know how it goes (I'd be
interested in
trying, though I
don…”
May 03, 2009 12:09PM - “Hah! I love this one:
It's like open mic for
writers
OS: Say it
like you meant
it.…”
April 29, 2009 07:08PM - “Hmm...coming from a
senior undergraduate english
major and a
future educator of
e…”
April 29, 2009 10:23AM
DMBradley's Links
Morning Light: Part 1
Morning Light
Part I: To Lilly, Love Izzy
1. Smudged
Sometimes I have nightmares
of the last time I saw you alive.
Lying in the hospital bed,
your face looks slightly smudged,
a momentary Monet impression… Read full post »
To Lilly
Sometimes I have nightmares
of the last time I saw you alive.
Lying in the hospital bed,
your face looks slightly smudged,
a momentary Monet impression on my mind.
Something resembling Vaseline and tape
is keeping tubes inside your… Read full post »
California
black night
you need only to shake me
gently to wake me
from a staggered anxious sleep
we move quietly
in my dark room
dancing with the faint shadows
awakening with the morning light
making only small noises… Read full post »
Seeing Eye to Eye
Slice the ten-pound block
of dripping fresh mozzarella,
and with it – our differences
divided by seventy years and
two generations,
a couple of world wars and
a great depression,
a civil rights movement and
a technological revolution,… Read full post »
This Fleeting World (Revisited)
But
because truly
being
here is so much; because everything here
apparently needs us, this fleeting world, which in some strange
way
keeps calling to us.
Us, the most fleeting of all.
Once
for each
thing.
Just once; no more.
And we too,
just once.
And never again. … Read full post »
This Fleeting World
But
because truly
being
here is so much; because everything here
apparently needs us, this fleeting world, which in some strange
way
keeps calling to us. Us, the most fleeting of
all.
Once
for each
thing. Just once; no more. And we too,
just once. And never again. But to/… Read full post »
The Rock I Lean On
In a letter, my mother once described me to someone as her rock.
At first I was a little peeved by this, considering it was juxtaposed to a lengthy, detailed description of my brother.
Ryan is a free spirit who doesn't stay in one place… Read full post »
Thirteen Ways of Looking at The Statue of Liberty
I.
I saw her first on a cold day in April, as I was riding along the border of filth and freedom.
By chance only, I released my eyes from the weight of the road and my muddied mind
and glanced to my left.
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