WHAT THE HELL

Kevin Brennan Writes About What It's Like

My first published poem!

Last week I was fortunate enough to see the very first publication of a poem I wrote, in an excellent new journal called The Elevation Review. The zine is a project of Editor-in-Chief, Thomas Kneeland, along with poetry editors Camara Wallace and Martina McGowan. I’m delighted to have my poem selected to be part of the National Poetry Month issue.

I started fiddling with poetry in mid-2021 when I was between novels and sitting on some ideas that didn’t seem to want to come out in fictions. I also developed an approach to writing poetry that tapped into my subconscious (apparently) in surprising ways and managed to scribble more than twenty pieces into existence. In addition to “The time of my end rushes,” four others have been accepted by other journals so far.

You never know when you might land on a new form of expression. If you’ve got notions and empuzzlements that need to get out, seems like they’ll always find a way.

 

The time of my end rushes

The time of my end rushes onward like a frozen east wind,

Dreary lapses of years tramping through the courtyard

  of suppressed memories.

The din of a gong,

Mornings and nights fulfilling their duties,

Thumbs on temples, spirits taming spirits,

I don’t want to know why.

 

I was hungry for elementary bodies, always running

  toward that home of light.

I used to do as the boats did and bob, tied down to wait

  for glimpses of wider blue waters.

Glittering glaciers,

Photos of the possible,

But the ropes groaning remind me I’m bound.

 

Nowhere had my mind dwelt for some time.

Conscious, daily, of the blissful idea that this place

Would be in me forever, chained and hauled behind,

Even as my powers of walking increased

  and I left the commonplace where it sat

Under the trees where my parents stacked their stones.

A fatal-eyed woman and a fitful man, knotted.

 

The time of my end rushes faster than I can walk,

I’ll never overcome it, but it will catch me from behind,

I’ll have an ordinary, predictable, freckled death

  where my foolish timid hopes seep down

And the boat loosens and drifts,

And the blood will rush from my cheeks as I find my

own stone to stack and rejoin the place that clutched me.

Have a look at the National Poetry Month issue of The Elevation Review and sample some of the earlier numbers too. Good stuff!

Photo by Richard Bell on Unsplash

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6 comments on “My first published poem!

  1. denizb33
    April 19, 2022

    Congratulations!

  2. pinklightsabre
    April 20, 2022

    To our freckled deaths and stacking our own stones! Love it and delighted for you Kevin, that’s wonderful. Thanks for sharing and here’s to new forms of expression, and poetry month.

    • Kevin Brennan
      April 20, 2022

      Thanks for reading, Bill. I value your take, since you’re a genuine poet yourself! One thing I’m appreciating about the form is the liberating “anything goes” thing, so each poem can be what it wants to be. What’s not to like about that?

      • pinklightsabre
        April 20, 2022

        Yeah it can feel freeing! I feel like I need help with the whole line break thing and when to indent and so on. At the same time I realize it’s a bit “up to you” but I feel I’m floating in space with it sometimes and drifting into the gravitational belt of BS

      • Kevin Brennan
        April 20, 2022

        True, you have to keep an eye on the BS guardrails. Easy to fall into “emperor’s new clothes” territory. But at least everything’s not in iambic pentameter anymore!

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