Michael Brennan

(1973 - / Sydney / Australia)

Letter Home

“Ah, good. I was not very sure, finally, of having initiated the conversation myself.”—“But could I have come otherwise?”—“Friendship would have sent you.” He reflects again: “I wrote to you didn’t I?” - Maurice Blanchot

These are strange lands I barely understand.
We are walking in a park of manicured lawns.
The sky is a mosaic of syllables
Parts of a puzzle.

The people here douse themselves in petrol
As though poetry mattered.

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