Brandon Wint

    Whatever lacks love will wither into impotence. Ultimately, this is mercy.

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      Four

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      The country is full with our weeping or it would be if we were honest. If I could admit to myself and then to you everything my heart knows and each thing its craves this country would be a tiny room for my wailing. The moon, just an bright ear …

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      Three

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      Memory, a life-line, a noose. What we remember, what we cannot forget either kills us or sets us free

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      Each day, a poem: National Poetry Month 2014

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      Hi friends and poetry lovers. The month of April is upon us and with it comes many things: the suggestion of spring, the anticipation of summer, beautiful, elegant hours of rain, and also, for those of us who love poetry, National Poetry Month. In past years I have found it …

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      Mercy

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      What is mercy? Mercy is the summer dress that knows how to touch you after the long and potent winter.

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      Lock Me In A Room

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      Lock me in a room where inspiration does not knock and cannot rattle the faltering knob on the door. put me in a room of colourless walls where no one has hung a picture and no modest woman comes to sweep at night put me in a room where I …

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      Hard To Harvest

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      Angry, almost, with the moon and the autumnal evening angry at the naked trees. I walk through my city shouting wondering aloud why poems don’t fall from the sky or hang from branches like ready fruit. Must I plant all the seeds till all the soil must I conjure or …

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      Community Building Through Spoken Word (Part 1)

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      In June of 2012 I founded a poetry and music series called The Artistic Showcase. Because my motivations for founding the series were varied and nuanced, I will use the history of The Artistic Showcase, along with other personal histories, as a way of discussing my experiences, successes, failures, intentions …

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      The Next Time I Touch You

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      The next time I touch you the next time you bury your fingers in my hair I want to do it in your bedroom where the walls might spy us kissing and “oooo” and giggle like modest school children. The next time I rest my forehead beneath your breasts the …

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      If You Want to Love Me

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      If you want to love me kiss me on my belly for hours let me unravel stories onto your breasts if you do not mind loving me treat me like the moon fasten me around your neck take me to the ocean If you want to love me raise me …

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      Loneliness

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      Do not trust that your loneliness is real until you can feel your throat closing around every word of your hushed prayers. Or until your mouth feels too small and filthy a place to clutch anything so precious as ‘Dear God’. Do not trust it until your hands are too …

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      Queering The World

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      As many reading this post will know, I spend many (indeed, most) of my days sitting at square coffee-shop tables, devoting the precious creative hours of my life to the reading and writing of provocative poetic verse. As just as many people will know, that process of mine is usually …

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