Poetry

"...your pre-conceived notions: For which you can never be wrong?..."

"...the storm of love suggests and hides its cheek..."

"...The earth of the mountains and the concrete of the urban jungles are full of truth..."

"...I will die from missing you..."

"she works in the fiction section downstairs..."

"...fascinated by the way it filters through his fingers, kisses the surface then sinks in slow motion..."

"...sad graveyards of justice..."

"...Mrs. Brooklyn dreams of escaping..."

"...The day I almost walked away from myself..."

"...romeo always whispers something and his boys howl and slap five..."

"...I am often in a haze and seldom alone..."

"...So I saw it in the future..."

"...A bull is poorly ironed, while the Christians roar..."

"...It's heaven for the corrupt..."

"...Benignancy clothed in cravings is precarious..."

"...immaculate lawn and fluffy cushions..."

"Every mistake kissing her meant..."

"...this constantly manifolding saga..."

"...worry's weight heavy on neck and shoulders..."

"...my universal meanderings have taken a dark turn..."

"...in an act of mudslinging sibling rivalry..."

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.

"...carry a dare deep into the devil's favor..."

"...The light is never bright or warm..."

"...make the smile of the kingdom of heaven stun the garden of the world..."

"...a wasp stuck its triangular head out..."

"...to descend the fathoms now made shining canyons..."

"...cold plates know there is a grave problem..."

"...under the blows a drum machine..."

"...my tangle of vines, grounding me in reality..."