gentry

AMAZE

Bren Gentry

Firebrand

The fire
of my roots has
frozen in layered shades-
formed cream sickle white. Autumn leaves
smoldered.

Salt Licked

Desire
squeezes the pulp
from lemons, floats atop
tequilla and blubbers in beer
chasers.

Passages

In flesh
we are elite
ash, white matter. Given
timely glints of color to sketch
a life.

Why Jonah Loved the Whale

For me
verbs are the gills
on a wishful whale. Hooks
are set and words lap wakes to cross
my mind.

Return to the front page of this issue: Amaze Vol. 3, No. 2 Fall 2004 & Winter 2005
Go to the Poets & Authors page for the poet's biographical sketch and email link.
These poems are Copyright © 2005 by Bren Gentry.