Brian Harman

poems by Brian Harman

Back in Plato’s Cave After Reading Dorothy Parker’s Philosophy   By daylight, her shadows, by dark, I am a prisoner to memorization. Did she? Did she not consecrate? I seriously doubt or maybe it’s true; she’s from New Jersey, she blazoned cigarettes, she marked up paper with do’s and don’ts, took her glasses off, so […]

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