Tag Archives: verse

Dropped Phone Blues

And in that one swift moment cement met Chinese child labour results and power fled the hallowed halls of circuits. Upon replacement of the displaced battery the once laser like movements were sluggish and deadened like a quadriplegic playing starting … Continue reading

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Side 1/Side 2

A new collection of poetry. 38 new poems. Side 1 and Side 2. Flip it like a record, and read your preference of the poetry. Shoot me an email at bradytighe@gmail.com and I’ll send you one. $15. Side 1 Poems … Continue reading

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Adolescent/Middle School Sports Failures

When the only word you’ve written is “fuck”/16 times in a row/then you know you’re in it/a mental dead zone/not writer’s block/but all of your thoughts bottlenecked/fighting to get through/gouging eyes/clawing limbs/a deafening cacophony of thoughts/misery biting the ankles of … Continue reading

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Birds of Victoria

This poem is from my upcoming book, Side 1/Side 2. The book comes out tomorrow! There are the ducks of Beacon Hill Park the seagulls that perch on the windowsills of the Strathcona Hotel there are the peacocks that preen … Continue reading

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Bus Advertisements

This poem is from my upcoming book, Side 1/Side 2. The book comes out tomorrow! Chambray shirt damp from the rain cigarette stains on paperback pages and me cracking jokes about bus ads. Cold chill in the spring air winter … Continue reading

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“Hey Brady”

This poem is from my upcoming book, Side 1/Side 2. The book comes out tomorrow!  “What’s a haiku?” 5 7 5 Motherfucker Easy one I am the single greatest poet in this entire room. “Okay cool, so what’s a soliloquy?” … Continue reading

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Almost Dead Pens

All these pens are almost dead and I can’t tell which ones will make it to the end of this poem. I pick one and write faster. Waiting on a line that doesn’t finish waiting for a dead end gripped … Continue reading

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