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Experiments and Explorations in Writing
Steven Brunwasser
Realities
Experiments and Explorations in Writing
Steven Brunwasser
Copyright © 2011
for Anne M. Reynolds
Reality
:Reality of the Real
Reality
one reality
or many?
Torn between the two
three
more.
Is this a dream?
I remember it clearly now.
Later it is gone,
fuzzy,
false,
or is it?
The sun sets on this dream,
this reality,
this truth,
and I wake up,
wake up to the real.
But the dream never ends.
Man At Bus Stop
:Reality of the Surreal
His cold,
silver watch
stared back at him,
watching him,
clenching time in its grasp—
hands
jerking
in circles,
struggling to hold on.
These Are the Things in my Pocket
:Reality of the Material
The tissues from when I was sick. Those cold days. Those awful
days. Those days of laying in bed for hours on end. Those days
come back sometimes. They are endless.
The ticket from the fair. When I took her there on her birthday.
When we laughed, and had fun, and didn’t have a care in the
world. That was a good day.
The knife. I asked. They let me keep it. They didn’t need it any-
more. From that awful day.
Her glistening ring. Keeping her with me. Her smile. Her laugh.
Her joyful spirit. Her aura. Her love. For my days to come.
There is one tree here with a hole in its trunk. The hole is not
big, but it most certainly is not small. I believe there to be an
owl who calls this hole home.
The stars beamed down on him, lying in the field. “Is anyone
there?” He feels alone in the windy field: only the moon to
guide him.
She sees the sun in the big blue sky and sighs. She sits on
the park bench, her face falls sad. The sun is warm but she is
lonely.
The sun comforts her, tells her “It’s going to be okay.” The
clouds can see their reflections in her sky eyes as she looks
for him out in the field. They can see him in the night as he
struggles to find her. The clouds sigh, “If only he knew.”
Icarus
:Reality of the Myth
Flying was his dream, his ultimate goal. More than anything,
Icarus wanted to soar through the sky. He spent days toying
with his thoughts in an attempt to summon his dreams into
the realm of reality.
Daedalus, his father, headed Icarus not to use his flying cre-
ations: the innovative spirit was important, but the danger
of flight and the risk of injury far outweighed the benefit of a
chance to glide among the clouds. Yet, here and there, Icarus
would test one of these inventions off a rock or small cliff in
his back yard, just to see if they worked.
Finally, Icarus was sure this one would work; this one would
be the perfect flying machine.
He looked into the awaiting sky above his yard. “This is it,”
he thought, “I’m finally gonna fly.”
Icarus slammed into one of the many tall pine trees in his
back yard, knocking him unconscious. His body plummeted
to the ground, hitting spiny branch after spiny branch on the
way down. His flying machine destroyed.
Gentle
:Reality of Change
computers
trees
flowers
surprised
she was interested
smart;
normal.
something new and something different
about the future
the future
mist of gray
by the Mountain
a wild look
sharply focused
this time see it
real and obvious
Have you heard?
What?
the future
technology is very great
the effort to keep up
the change
a whole new
we can’t even imagine.
I don’t want to live forever
I Sit Here
:Reality of the Observer
And h
e
r
e
.
I say i can be in two places at once.
But this
is where
I am not.
Does
it
matter?
The two of them sat in the field; the sun watching over,
delivering gentle warmth. He spoke. She laughed. They
drank. They were happy with each other, love pouring out of
their veins. He liked her glistening eyes. She liked his gentle
words. They kissed, and the sun smiled.
See Me Clearly
:Reality of the Name