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  • striking out
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    striking out

    ByMilton Brasher-Cunningham March 31, 2025June 4, 2026

    striking out (Monday, March 31, 5:17 pm EDT) I don’t think I’ve ever written a poem in real time by that I mean when the subject is still in play but its the top of the ninth in the Red Sox’ fifth game of this young season and Rafael Devers has done nothing but strike…

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  • walking the aisles
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    walking the aisles

    ByMilton Brasher-Cunningham March 26, 2025June 4, 2026

    walking the aisles as one who is hearing impaired I have lost the ability to hear the background music that plays in the supermarket as I wander about sans soundtrack picking up pickles tortillas and yogurt to name a few things all the while weaving in and out of others I’m not sure anyone is…

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  • progress report
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    progress report

    ByMilton Brasher-Cunningham March 24, 2025June 4, 2026

    progress report it’s been about two months since I tried to put words to learning to live with after market material tucked under the skin on the side of my skull I am learning to navigate dueling Bluetooths (Blueteeth?) each ear competing to host incoming sounds and then there’s the hole in my eardrum a…

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  • table talk
    poetry

    table talk

    ByMilton Brasher-Cunningham March 12, 2025June 4, 2026

    table talk we sat around tables in the church basement we call fellowship hall sharing a potluck supper that turned out to be an abundance of bread on the table were sheets holding definitions of theologies of communion our topic for the night we read the paragraphs and then we told stories sharing a meal…

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  • time piece
    poetry

    time piece

    ByMilton Brasher-Cunningham March 8, 2025June 4, 2026

    time piece some time in the night we will rob ourselves of an hour of sleep so that we can save daylight making some vague promise that the hour saved will be kept safely and returned in the fall a story that only works if we are looking at our wrists rather than the heavens…

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  • liminality
    poetry

    liminality

    ByMilton Brasher-Cunningham March 7, 2025June 4, 2026

    liminality how can two months ago feel like history? what was is long gone what’s next is not yet here our country is falling apart like a poorly built rocket we are left to wait and hurt and not know what comes next but something’s coming the way things are is not sustainable arrogance and…

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  • imago d.e.i.
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    imago d.e.i.

    ByMilton Brasher-Cunningham February 3, 2025

    imago d.e.i. can we talk numbers? 91 different kinds of antelope 11,000 different birds 50,000 spiders 34,000 snakes 30,000 fish and too many worms to try and count not to mention us we humans are one of 522 different primates but perhaps the only ones who see themselves as the image of God which begs…

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  • last days
    poetry

    last days

    ByMilton Brasher-Cunningham January 30, 2025

    last days no matter who has been alive or what has happened in history people have been convinced they were the last act of humanity because things were so bad who could imagine a future? no matter when they were alive they represented a fraction of all who lived before them our 8 billion doesn’t…

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  • stocked up
    poetry

    stocked up

    ByMilton Brasher-Cunningham January 25, 2025

    stocked up when I looked up the roots of the word stock it said “supply for future use; collective wealth” and reminded me that it was four hundred years before it became a kitchen word still I think about the pot simmering all day filled with a collective wealth of bones and root vegetables as…

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  • ice
    poetry

    ice

    ByMilton Brasher-Cunningham January 24, 2025

    ice it has been days since the temperature has topped the freezing mark the snow that fell a few days ago has crusted into a crunchy stability if you have to go out but ice is not your friend whether the white ridges or the translucent layer disguised as ashphalt it will take you down…

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