Swimming Elephants

DMBradley

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.

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FEBRUARY 20, 2011 4:57PM

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 impressionRead full post »

JANUARY 18, 2011 7:59PM

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 yourRead full post »

DECEMBER 31, 2010 5:39PM

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 noisesRead full post »

DECEMBER 31, 2010 5:38PM

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 »

MAY 16, 2009 4:29PM

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 »

APRIL 28, 2009 11:34PM

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 »

APRIL 14, 2009 11:58PM

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 placeRead full post »

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. 

 Read full post »