You can all breathe with ease. Bright Dreams Journal Volume 9 is now released.
Gary R. Hess summons his inner Walt Whitman–if Whitman was funny–and displays to the world his love of food in a magnificent manner. Discover the taste of delicious culinary greatness like never before through these beautiful and humorous poems.
Depictions of dishes from burritos to strombolis will whet your appetite and make you hungry for more great poetry.
“The Tyger” looks at what could create such a creature like the tiger. The poem takes a look at the different parts of the tiger’s body and the thing (God?) who created the subject. Continue Reading
“Another Reason Why I Don’t Keep a Gun in the House” is the title of the poem, but unlike most writings, the phrase isn’t included within. Instead, the title is meant as a way to show the readers his frustrations which may or may not be obvious to the reader from the writing. Continue Reading
This poem is written in the voice of the author, speaking about moving on with life and letting the new generation take control. She carries her house on her like a bullet-proof shell and her dog is even wearing hard boots and has sharp jagged steel teeth that she uses to chomp on the “chains of fate”. But she wants to go now. Next, the author speaks about the differences between her generation and others. She mentions the Cuban Missile Crisis and how her generation is different than her parents. But now the world is “yours”. She wishes good luck and to “Have a nice day” sarcastically. Continue Reading
“Mother to Son” is a poem written from the point of view of a mother talking to her son. She begins by telling the son that life is not a crystal stair, that it has tacks and splinters and all the boards are torn up and doesn’t even have carpet in some places. The mother states that she has been climbing up the stairs and turning corners and how sometimes it goes dark but do not turn back. She says to keep climbing the stairs and that she is still climbing them herself. Continue Reading
“Eating Poetry” begins by the author eating poetry books. The ink is still dripping from the author’s mouth. The librarian can’t believe her eyes. The dogs are on the basement stairs and coming towards her. She stamps her feet and cries. The author then gets on his knees and licks her hand and celebrates his new found self. Continue Reading
The author tells the reader to remember a time when they were seventeen and drunk, driving home in their father’s station wagon at 3:00 AM on a two-lane curvy road in the middle of nowhere. A deer jumps out, you don’t see it. You try to steer clear but still manage to hit the deer as you wind up in the ditch with a busted up car. The deer, however, is still alive, barely. You pick up the deer and put it in the backseat and drive home. Midway through the drive, the deer wakes up and bites you but soon passes out. Once you get home, your dad freaks out, gets a concrete brick, and kills the deer. The poem ends by mentioning how all your life you leave a trail a ruin even though you try to fix the problem you created. Continue Reading
This poem follows two brothers who are outside in winter. The two brothers are walking through a field and see snow angels. The younger brother asks who made the snow angels. The older brother tells him that it was a troop of angels whom had been shot and dissolved. The younger brother continues to ask questions about who shot them and why. The older brother says a farmer shot them for trespassing. The narrator then finishes by saying the outdoors is like a room. Continue Reading
He sees his shadow– Continue Reading
The sun rises now Continue Reading