Brad Rose

What I Learned about God
from Playing Baseball

The umpire never
strikes out.

Brad Rose is the author of Pink X-Ray from Big Table Publishing and three chapbooks from Right Hand Pointing. Links to Brad’s published fiction and poetry can be found at http://bradrosepoetry.blogspot.com

Brad Rose

The Angry Dead

During the excavation,
relatives were forbidden
from viewing the skeletons,
which made them very angry.

(A found poem, lines taken from “Bring Out the Dead: How Archeologists Think About Mortality,” Times Literary Supplement, Oct 28, 2016, p.13)

Brad is the author of Pink X-Ray from Big Table Publishing and three chapbooks from Right Hand Pointing.

Brad Rose

August, California Central Valley

Cicadas weep
at August’s unbearable oblivion,
as noon slumps
against the oaks’
missing shadows.

Brad Rose is the author of the collection of poems and fiction, Pink X-Ray, and links to Brad’s fiction and poetry can be found at  http://bradrosepoetry.blogspot.com

Brad Rose

After Police Find Invisible Ink in Her Room, Mata Hari is Executed by Firing Squad 

The prosecution said,
She is so devious
she wears her own body
as a disguise.

Brad Rose is the author of the collection of poems and fiction, Pink X-Ray, and links to Brad’s fiction and poetry can be found at  http://bradrosepoetry.blogspot.com

Brad Rose

Hourglass Figure

She’s jealous of the cloud’s white drape
sashaying in the blue-silk distance,
as I admire its slow, unfolding prettiness
unburdened by rain.

This marks  Brad Rose‘s 16th poem on One Sentence Poems. Read them all here.

Brad Rose

Refraction

Does the plummeting pelican dive
to where it sees the fish,
or to where the fish is?

Links to Brad Roses fiction and poetry can be found at  http://bradrosepoetry.blogspot.com.