The music remains muted, allowing tentative hands to get to know one another: a finger grazing a knuckle, a palm wandering up a forearm; the parking lot never gets to read the revisions dissipating from inside the windshield, never gets to raise the glass at the wedding, chide the groom gently for his first words.
J. Bradley is the author of the graphic poetry collection The Bones of Us (YesYes Books, 2014), with art by Adam Scott Mazer. He lives at iheartfailure.net.
Kelly Nelson
My Uncle at Nineteen
His Mother Writes
the Warden, 1955
Jon-Michael Frank
Funny How Time Slips Away
Not Fade Away
Jacqueline Jules
Obsolete Angers
J. Bradley
Yelp Review:
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Hope in a Yellow Dress
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Earlobes
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Notes I
Notes II
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The Best Writers
Bombed the SAT
John Patsynski
The Money Weapon
Aileen Bassis
Pellucid Musing
Travis Macdonald
When the Map's Crease
Becomes an Axis
and Detaches
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Pyromanian II
Claire Scott
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