Brooks Haxton

Every Death Is Magic from the Enemy to Be Avenged – Brooks Haxton

Every Death Is Magic from the Enemy to Be Avenged – Brooks Haxton

My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me? Psalm 22 When fever burned the last light out of my daughter’s eyes, I swore to find and kill the ones to blame. Men must mount the long boat in the dark with spears. At dawn, where the flowering spicebush hid my scent, I crouched. A young wife, newborn slu... »

I Want to Pray – Brooks Haxton

I Want to Pray – Brooks Haxton

In the hidden part thou shalt make me to know wisdom. Psalm 51 That young man firing his Kalashnikov into the playground has been made to know the hidden part. Me, I want to pray. I’m on my knees. But all I am is screaming I don’t know what for. Maybe the best God can do is pay no mind. ~ I Want to ... »

Monster Minded – Brooks Haxton

Monster Minded – Brooks Haxton

The wine of astonishment is house wine at my house. The whiskey of it is a sauce we savor. The cocaine of thy judgment also is rock crystal, blow to blow the mitral valve. Truly is the heroin of thine excellency said to be deep brown, shit pure enough to stop the heart. ~ Monster Minded – Broo... »

Rotgut – Brooks Haxton

Rotgut – Brooks Haxton

The sun shall not smite thee by day, nor the moon by night. Psalm 121 On a hillside scattered with temples broken under the dogday sun, my friend and I drank local wine at nightfall and ate grapeleaves in goat-yogurt glaze. The living grape vines bore fruit overhead. Beyond our balcony, beyond the T... »

Sackcloth – Brooks Haxton

Sackcloth – Brooks Haxton

I made sackcloth also my garment; and I became a proverb to them. They that sit in the gate speak against me; and I was the song of drunkards. Psalm 102 I made sackcloth my garment once, by cutting arm and neck holes into a burlap bag. A croker sack they called it. Sackdragger they called the man wh... »

Salesmanship, With Half A Dram Of Tears – Brooks Haxton

Salesmanship, With Half A Dram Of Tears – Brooks Haxton

Gripping the lectern, rocking it, searching the faces for the souls, for signs of heartfelt mindfulness at work, I thought, as I recited words I wrote in tears: instead of tears, if I had understood my father’s business, I could be selling men’s clothes. I could be kneeling, complimentin... »

Unclean – Brooks Haxton

Unclean – Brooks Haxton

I am like a pelican of the wilderness: I am like an owl of the desert. I watch, and am as a sparrow alone upon the housetop. The pelican in scripture is unclean. It pukes dead fish onto the hatchlings, and it roosts alone, like Satan on the Tree of Life. Nobody told me. I liked pelicans. I liked owl... »

1985 – Brooks Haxton

1985 – Brooks Haxton

The righteous shall rejoice when he seeth the vengeance; he shall wash his feet in the blood of the wicked. Psalm 58 It was the fortieth year since Buchenwald: two thousand Jewish refugees in Sudan starved while Reagan visited the graves of Nazis. CBS paid off Westmoreland for their rude disclosure ... »