Time is Wastin’

Often handled incorrectly,
  She stings in ways that leave
You motionless, semi-erect—
  (A jabbed, ringing left ear).

We step on cold mats to muscle
  Out our guttered stirring—
Synching gloves on swollen knuckles,
  All the rage transferring.

You learn quick how to roll a hit,
  Counter the next movement.
She’ll teach you the weight of fingers
  As you drag your heavy fist.

Like a brand new casket,
  She is patient, relaxed;
Not in a rush or a frantic,
  As if time won’t elapse.

Wooden Horses

Wooden Horses is about the juxtaposition of family and work, love and society. Brogan’s words highlight different aspects of everyday life and focuses on becoming a father for the first time. Brogan highlights these balances with at times naive, poetic forms that ring with subtle, yet relatable detail. We all must navigate the sometimes complicated waters of relationships and family, but were there is struggle, there is truth. Brogan’s words will  haunt the reader with familiar ghosts and inspire a fresh understanding.

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“These poems are time traveling and sturdy! Brogan utilizes classic poetic devices in “Wooden Horses”, poems about family bonds, work life and the act of balancing both. These stanzas and lines embrace the natural and simple wonders of life. His lyric and patterns are humorous, honest, and refreshing.”

–Kisha Nicole Foster, Author of Poems 1999-2014 and Bloodwork.

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