Saturday, March 9, 2019

Three Poems by Heath Brougher

Unconscious Bounty

Bright coma straight-
jacket,, whist-
les gaping agates
free wrist 
spilling sanguine seeds

of humanesque oil,,--

red as fully-blown applefists,,--
thick musclebound fruitmeat
feasted upon by a ruddy populace. 


Do not
look into
the mirror.

Instead, look
t h r o u g h
the mirror.

A Reversal of the Land Masses
A sudden                                                      sea-change and
     the Continents begin                                   to reverse
          motion-wise;                               begin to move
                               in opposing directions;
in flipsided directions;                                   and this is not devolution
          for devolution does really not exist; it’s all evolution;
                        just a backward-looking mutation;
  the land turning the tide of the fault-lines inexplicably;
                the land masses moving in backstep  
                           toward what appears
to be                                                                an attempt                                                      
       to reform                                           itself as

Heath Brougher is co-poetry editor of Into the Void, winner of the 2017 and 2018 Saboteur Award for Best Magazine. He was recently the recipient of the 2018 Poet of the Year Award by Taj Mahal Review and is a multiple Pushcart Prize and Best of the Net nominee. His newest collections are "To Burn in Torturous Algorithms" (Weasel Press, 2018) and "The Ethnosphere's Duality" (Cyberwit Press, 2018). His work has also appeared in Word For/Word, Chiron Review, X-Peri, The Ibis Head Review, BlazeVOX, and elsewhere.


  1. Congratulations and nice work Man!

    1. Thank you so much. Sorry it took me this long to see this. I have been known to be somewhat, I mean, SEVERELY absentminded.