by Kyle Seamus Brosnihan
I’m the cloud the wind has broken / in like a horse like the whole sea / breaks against one small rock
Portrait of a Poet in Brand New Shorts
wore shorts for the first time all year got my Chacos out of the closet then my neighbor gave me a free hat it's black with an MTV logo on it so there I was, dressed for summer and there I went, off to the prairie to be alone with the sun there's a bench out there deep in the tall, tawny grass where I sat, underneath the clouds moving swiftly by, as if heaven was in a hurry. I got out my phone and read five poems by Shelley loudly to myself I spent the rest of my walk floating like a feather in delight as the wind of all that open space flooded through me like a poem and I felt very young / at last
The New Light
for a long time we took baths in the dark the light that was broken is still broken but yesterday we got a new light clamped firmly to the shampoo shelf above my bath a window I dry myself off in the light and hope you are peeping on my well-lit body / just because
Kyle Seamus Brosnihan is a poet from Lincoln, NE. He graduated from UNL in 2016 with a BA in English. Since then, he has been running a literary space called The Aliens, where he hosts a weekly writers group, organizes readings, and fosters creativity in his community.