Lisa Marie Brimmer

don't try

we cannot bury it / the cardinal

dead early / the fraught char

wingtips / the active slip

rocking / grey indigo

dog / little dog / knee high

to nettle stand / kind as darts

the tantrum / the entire moon / exercise a mouth

betraying gladness / tongue jangling

to smell the mud / which smells like mud

breaking / which also smells

like charred coal / the way the one who runs

survives winter / passing a joke

down / warm life – young

thing / delivered / a world

clenched

 

Lisa Marie Brimmer is an interdisciplinary artist and facilitator living on Dakota and Anishinaabe Ojibwe land in so-called Minneapolis, MN. They are co-editor of Queer Voices: Poetry, Prose, and Pride. Their work has been published in Tennessee and Ishmael Reed's Konch Magazine, On the Commons Magazine, The Public Art Review, Open Rivers Journal, The Alliance of Adoption Studies and Culture' Journal, and multiple anthologies. Their work is forthcoming in A Garden Of Black Joy: Global Poetry From The Edges Of Liberation And Living (Feb. 2020). They are co-curator of Queer Voices Reading series along with Sherrie Fernandez-Williams and adjunct English Faculty at Century College in White Bear Lake.

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