A Ghost in Flight

A Ghost in Flight

2005 When the kid stumbled through the oaks onto his property, Bruce almost dropped his shovel. The boy followed Bruce’s retriever down the hill toward the cabin, the dog’s coat glowing golden in the sun. When the kid looked up and froze, Bruce felt a melting sensation, something like dry…
Poems by John Brooks

Poems by John Brooks

Met In an orca-colored room, we glare into a jungle which is actually Paris. I tell you I loved Rousseau when I was a young man; I am a young man and love Rousseau, you say. His half-coy beast, concerned with repast and eyeing something delicious on Bonnard’s adjacent terrace,…
Relief, Relief

Relief, Relief

She’d heated the ham in the fellowship hall that morning. It had been that blue time of the morning, and the swamp in front of the church was still chirping with frogs. She had let herself into the side door of the church—it was a vinyl-sided building built like a…