S.T. Brant

In the Margins of Thomas Gunn


Think yourself into a destitution of the bones:
When the flesh and marrow disagree.


While the rain erodes discard
All the connotations of the rain.
What’s left when speaking of the rain?
You’ve sliced the branches from the tree.


Shadows come and go,
Shadows come and go,
Exchanging bitterly
With light
The things they conquered
Where they laid.

S.T. Brant is a teacher from Las Vegas. They have publications in or coming from Door is a Jar, Santa Clara Review, New South, Rejection Letters, Quail Bell, Dodging the Rain, La Piccioletta Barca, Canthexis Northwest Press, a few others. You can find them @terriblebinth on Twitter or on Instagram @Shanelemagne.

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