Let Me Start From The Beginning & Two other new poems by Michael H. Brownstein

LET ME START FROM THE BEGINNING We were the first to commit these acts. The Jews were the first.— Ben-Gurion, the leader of new Israel Let me start from the beginning: Each one of us is responsible for our own Continue reading Let Me Start From The Beginning & Two other new poems by Michael H. Brownstein

A Slipknot Into Somewhere Else: A Poet’s Journey To The Borderlands Of Dementia by Michael H. Brownstein

A master poet explores the linguistic world of Alzheimer’s. With patience and love, Michael demonstrates logical thought patterns which develop meaning when a listener gives the speaker space and time. Once you’ve taken this journey with Michael, you’ll discover the Continue reading A Slipknot Into Somewhere Else: A Poet’s Journey To The Borderlands Of Dementia by Michael H. Brownstein

Slipping into the mist of what might be a heaven plus 2 other new poems by Michael H. Brownstein

SLIPPING INTO THE MIST OF WHAT MIGHT BE A HEAVEN The dirty gods never need a bath or haircut. The dirty gods never learn to shave. The dirty gods have perfect pearls for teeth, clean underwear and clean fingernails The Continue reading Slipping into the mist of what might be a heaven plus 2 other new poems by Michael H. Brownstein

Three new poems by Michael H. Brownstein

ADDICTION AND THOUGHT She massages my hands and lets me put things in my mouth Her skin clear weather, eyes blood sucker brown, hair huckleberry opium. Everyone needs someone they can brag to safe and strong, selfish and encouraging As Continue reading Three new poems by Michael H. Brownstein

Teacher by Michael H. Brownstein

TEACHER After the letter came telling me I would be changing schools due to low enrollment in the school where I had taught a half dozen years–and liked–a lot, the eighth graders an interesting bunch–I was sent downtown for my Continue reading Teacher by Michael H. Brownstein

The Bosses Cannot Decide by Michael H. Brownstein

THE BOSSES CANNOT DECIDE who is in charge of the vast pool of waste slipping across the floor of the giant press. They stand square knotted off to one side and not one of them knows what comes next. Globs Continue reading The Bosses Cannot Decide by Michael H. Brownstein

DO YOU KNOW YOUR LIBRARIAN? by Michael H. Brownstein

DO YOU KNOW YOUR LIBRARIAN? This is for the woman who collects books. She asks me if all of my questions were answered, But I did not bring my answers with me, Nor did I pack any questions needing to Continue reading DO YOU KNOW YOUR LIBRARIAN? by Michael H. Brownstein

THE BREATH OF GOD by Michael H. Brownstein

THE BREATH OF GOD The first time I felt the presence of god was at the foot of the tunnel of the great redwood tree and the thick steep hill it anchored itself to. The second time was in Viet Continue reading THE BREATH OF GOD by Michael H. Brownstein

SCRAPS: THREE DEAD MEN STANDING by Michael H. Brownstein

SCRAPS: THREE DEAD MEN STANDING the gray musk of cloud, a cringe at the edge of blue, green in this world exposes the green of this world: cloud shelter: dragons of sky: and the lake at the side of the Continue reading SCRAPS: THREE DEAD MEN STANDING by Michael H. Brownstein

Four poems by Michael H. Brownstein

AN HOUR AGO NOTHING MUCH HAPPENED What is it –today– –a week ago– sleeping in the dragonfield mines? :the breath of passion flower overhead the jaws of the dandelion the strength of blood tulips craning their stems through the shadow Continue reading Four poems by Michael H. Brownstein