Glass Bones

tree in desert at pink sunset
Brian Hogan

Ebony skin hangs on 

thin glass bones.

As the boys dance

I marvel that ankles

don’t shatter.

Can I have one

copper penny is

the homeless man’s 


And I hum louder,

walking by.

If I see poverty’s eyes

in the man…

or the glass boys

or the millions of 

starving dots…

then I am stopped

by crumbs of light.

The eyes, like

talking lights

tell me about my 

ragged poor self

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About Brian

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Brian is a Writer, Clarity Coach, Filmmaker and Adjunct Professor who loves teaching and learning, and living in the uncertainty of it all.


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