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Friday, October 2, 2015

One call

One Call 

one call was all it took
to run through the wind
crash into your chest –
share our nexus of lips
press-in clavicled crook 
one call to toss threats
of punishment – a list-ing
willow tangled in summer
wind – my fifteen-year-old
face flush with the tender
new born ache of wanting –
that swear to never forget
left in a blazing chamber of
my young heart even now -
ready to run

again –

Sunday, September 20, 2015

Evict Edict

Evict Edict  

It came in a plain white envelope
that word evict - in stark black
glowing like a poor magician’s
parlor trick – titillating threat
to vanish her ephemeral home
by sleight of hand – whoosh –
Such things should not come in
plain white envelopes such a
threat should not deny its evil
intent – it should creep up to
the door and dash away in a
black cloud of stink leaving the
stench of the valley of the death
of hope burning behind – Now,
she sits envelope dropped to floor
hands over her ears waiting for
the fear to subside – waiting until
with a rush of sudden inspiration
she stands, throws open the door
and runs in a free-flee-glee of
slapping feet into the nick of time
over the horizon.  

Thursday, September 17, 2015

Gentle steps

Gentle Steps

Let my step be delicate as
I walk through the sand of 
time allotted in this given
life – let me disturb not a
single blade of beach grass 
as I pass –let me leave un-
molested the pastel-tender
wild- flowers sprinkling
the path that leads
down sea-ward
Let my step be
delicate as I
walk in the
sands of
time into
an aqua-
sea as it
rises to
rock me
in an


Saturday, September 12, 2015

A child was born…


A child was born…

Far and long ago from the echo of my heart
a son was born - washed along the shore of
aquamarine waters–the drizzle of a formerly
uncertain heaven showering light onto this –
phantastical fresh face blinking itself indelibly
into the lines of my soul – the silhouette of all
that was sacred traced by a fingertip run along 
the incomparable down of this cheek  nuzzling 
my suddenly ripe breast- this new-born infant – 
this new-born me –swelling with love – dazzling 
sensing each reprogramming of every cell of my being –
breaking the chrysalis of my individual self soaring into 
motherhood - rising from white sands sparkling spun sugar

Far and long ago –yesterday in the shadow
of falling-towered-memories -  tomorrow on
a day when I will drift into the whisper of the
wind – this love continues – unchallenged –
unassailable –this far road of the heart walked
along the shore of birth – laying in the ecstatic
drizzle of perfumed air – the seeded sprout-love
blazing forth in hibiscus tree- blossomed glory –
running my again young fingertip down this miracle 
of down-velvet silhouette on this newly appeared face, 
laying in lush repose -sated and ripe as lines drew magical 
mystical indelible images across my very soul changing forever 
the landscape of my self - as softly the finger of grace  itself brushed my eyes  

Monday, September 7, 2015

Money sleeps

Money sleeps

She should have disbelieved her friends who
said there would be a warning – a signal from
the tower – There was nothing but the bridge
burning –and she ran with the women to the
pond standing each with at least a lone infant
wrapped in a skirt torn from her body- holding
babies high above the scum – as night fell and
fires burned - they stood together unscreams
behind chattering teeth – Nothing more than a
collection of wasted organs – unrelated DNA
their tears and gasps and horror, insignificant
as a single cell is to a mammoth – as Money
turned on the telly, shut the windows, flicked up
the AC, pulled the curtains closed, spraying air –
freshener to clear the annoying stench of death