Brian Rihlmann
Brian Rihlmann was born in NJ, and currently lives in Reno, NV. He writes mostly semi autobiographical, confessional free verse. Folk poetry...for folks.
About Brian Rihlmann
Brian Rihlmann was born in NJ, and currently lives in Reno, NV. He writes mostly semi autobiographical, confessional free verse. Folk poetry...for folks.
He has been published in Constellate Magazine, Poppy Road Review, Cajun Mutt Press, The Rye Whiskey Review and has an upcoming piece in The American Journal Of Poetry.
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At the Trough — poem unrhymed
Brian Rihlmann was born in NJ, and currently lives in Reno, NV. He writes mostly semi autobiographical, confessional free verse. Folk poetry...for folks. He has been published in Constellate Magazine, Poppy Road Review, Cajun Mutt Press, The Rye Whiskey Review and has an upcoming piece in The American Journal Of Poetry.
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Turning the Gaze — poem unrhymed
"...our eyes saw clearly their chips and cracks..."
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Casting Them Out — poem unrhymed
"...i never saw the revenge exacted on them..."
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The Hole in a Zero — poem unrhymed
"...not in the streets or the bars downtown..."
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In the Margins — poem unrhymed
"...and one after another they flicker and fizzle..."
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Beyond Your Yes and No — poem unrhymed
"...the internal chasm is an abyss between us..."
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Preteen Anarchist — poem unrhymed
"...the others simply saw me as a lunatic..."
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Embers — poem unrhymed
"...the words embedded like slumbering spirits..."
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Catharsis Goes Viral — poem unrhymed
"...cranked up beyond reason and civility...
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Rigged — poem unrhymed
"...study the faces of the aged..."
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Make Yourself Bigger — poem unrhymed
"...dark hoodies in twilight walking slowly towards...
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Coward — poem unrhymed
"...maybe it's no different than before, but ..."
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A Flattering Question — poem unrhymed
"...shattered my glass against their concrete..."
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Closure — poem unrhymed
"...I breathed life into this one..."
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Not Quite Suicidal — poem unrhymed
"...maybe he wasn't quite suicidal..."
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Bones — poem unrhymed
"...maybe there was some feeling there..."
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Hollows — poem unrhymed
"...everything flows downhill into them..."
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Ask the Glass — poem unrhymed
"...it shines like jagged jewels..."