Brown, Garrett J. 2005
Poetry Center of Chicago 2005 Juried Reading Winner
After years of secret glances,
I knew it well – a cage of slanted
wires arranged on a Doric column
in my grandparents’ living room.
–Garrett J. Brown, “Oil Lamp”
Broadside of “Oil Lamp” by Garrett J. Brown
Spring cleaning in Baltimore always involved
a yellow bucket sloshing with soapy water
and a rag recognized as the tattered remains
of my father’s bowling shirt, circa 1973.
– Garrett J. Brown, “Lost Anecdote From The Pages Of Vasari”
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Receding hairline, your rented room
in the wooded hills beyond light
pollution and suburbia, your penchant
for slender women with large eyes
and small breasts, talent for language
– Garrett J. Brown, “Constellation”
