Inside her room where bodies spent On a sweat-stained couch marking days With voices raised and a window where love went. How she wanted iambic pentameter A drinking song to sing upon the Chesapeake. Annapolis has moved on, so has… Read More ›
I assure you, this 2:43 seconds will leave you breathless and your heart beating faster. You will know at once what poetry is, what art is, ….You will know, and you will not be able to forget.
When I returned to ANNAPOLIS, I parked at a meter near Church Circle to have my dinner and beers at Stan & Joe’s Saloon. I had not seen this 300 year old circle in almost two years and this early… Read More ›
I want you to think about a large piece of marble weighing around 9000 pounds. A man was contracted to produce a work for a Cardinal in the church in 1498 and complete it by 1499. He was twenty-four and… Read More ›
Those times taking the children to the shore Vacationing from work All the buildings in a city And lack of horizons there. Our lives were deep breaths on a strong pier. We held that breath Till the next year…. Read More ›
President Trump is President Tony-the-Tiger, making America Gr-r-reat again and everything is Gr-r-reat! You just can’t spell “gr-r-reat” this way without lots of red lines created by auto correct in Word Perfect. No doubt about it, I accept Trump… Read More ›
Writer’s Note: (An earlier work from 2014 some of you will remember as titled X-Ray Specs. I re-wrote, changed the delivery and created a work of art for 2017. I gave a newspaper the right to publish it and… Read More ›
There is a reason I haven’t written any political articles since the last one I wrote, April of 2016 called Cool Hand Trump. https://elbrookman.com/2016/04/03/cool-hand-trumpi-can-eat-fifty-eggs/ It was plagiarized, the title, words, the idea stolen from me and twisted to… Read More ›
#4 While on a raucous night out in his youth in Washington D.C. with some of his buddies, he passed out. They bought a ticket at Union Station and placed him on a train. He woke up half way… Read More ›
My Uncle Jim’s relative, Hugh Gravitt, while driving his Ford taxi, killed Margaret Mitchell as she and her husband John Marsh crossed Peachtree and 14th street in Atlanta Georgia in 1949. He was convicted of involuntary manslaughter and served 10 months… Read More ›
