Pisces By Kelly Braden

				
		Pisces
				
		My angel, a rose
		drifts past hungry stares
		turned on,
		oversized head phones
		pound a tidal wave of sound
		down her spine
		like a long stem, she
		soothes Fifth Avenue filth
		like a lost leaf in late Autumn,
		perfect walk
		perfect legs,
		perfect unison of perfect arms
		bobbing like lifting wings
		with each step.
				
		My angel, a rose
		is naked, a Venus
		under bedroom stars
		drinks too much 
		merlot, I taste
		her revenge at kissable
		stares, we wrestle
		our lips for hours
		sleeping
		in each others' dream,
		I resurrect
		in dead moon light,
		mesmerized by 
		the Pisces
		black
		on her middle back.

Poetry Writing

SAN DIEGO, Cali. (AP) - William Carlos Williams said it best: no ideas but in things. Images are essential to poetry. Ideas are great for philosophy, but poetry needs things to move language.
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Fiction Writing

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Who Is Kelly Braden?

TACOMA, Wash. (AP) - West coast poet Kelly Braden attempts to dissect the world around him, and color it with something more beautiful than ordinary observation.
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