Monday, March 11, 2013

A Poem by Michael H. Brownstein

Come stay with me and be my night,
We’re done with dinner’s clutter
As stars blister through the moonlit light.
Water anchors moon streams white
Across the wake, across the cutter.
Come stay with me and be my night.
The children at peace, everything’s right,
Goat milk, huckleberry bread, apple butter.
Stars blister into pimpled light.
The children dream, the wind grows slight,
The storm is but a mutter,
Come stay with me and be my night.
Now comes a fullness full and bright,
Leaves skip across the gutter
As stars blister into moons of light.
My love is strong. It knows to fight.
I no longer need to stutter.
Stars blister through the moonlit light.
Come stay with me and be my night.
Michael H. Brownstein has been widely published throughout the small and literary presses. His work has appeared in The Cafe Review, American Letters and Commentary, Skidrow Penthouse, Xavier Review, Hotel Amerika, Free Lunch, Meridian Anthology of Contemporary Poetry, The Pacific Review, and others. In addition, he has nine poetry chapbooks including The Shooting Gallery (Samidat Press, 1987), Poems from the Body Bag (Ommation Press, 1988), A Period of Trees (Snark Press, 2004), What Stone Is (Fractal Edge Press, 2005), I Was a Teacher Once (Ten Page Press, 2011) and Firestorm: A Rendering of Torah (Camel Saloon Press, 2012). He is the editor of First Poems from Viet Nam (2011).

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