I wouldn’t write at all if it weren’t
for myriad writers before me whose works showed me what was possible. The poems
of this series are small offerings of respect, of thanks, to those muses. –
Brian Beatty
Dylan Thomas
The sun burns going
down
like a pour of cheap
whiskey.
For all your talk, you
don’t raise
a fist against the
night.
You hide behind
bolted
doors pained by the
twilight.
– Brian Beatty
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Brian's recent collections of poetry are Dust and Stars: Miniatures and Brazil, Indiana.
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The po' biz could use a new Dylan Thomas. I like a bit of madness now and then.
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