August 1, 2016




by Derrick C. Brown

The huge room is black. A soundstage, black. A long, black
ladder rises up to a diving board. Floors made of dry earth. No pool. One light. You are climbing up the high dive. I’m too heavy to get up. The muscles in my tongue are dead. I just watch you dive and it takes five years for you to leap and fall through the sky. Your approach, your body started in perfect form, now out of control, flailing. You look at me like you thought I would catch you. I lift an arm, not towards you, but to shield myself as you shatter into sparks. It looks like stars being born in the dirt.



DERRICK C. BROWN  is a comedian, poet and storyteller. He is the winner of the 2013 Texas Book of The Year award for Poetry. He is a former Paratrooper for the 82nd Airborne and is the president of one of what Forbes and Filter Magazine call “…one of the best independent poetry presses in the country”, Write Bloody Publishing, which has launched over 112 books of poetry. He is the author of five books of poetry and three children’s books. The New York Times calls his work, “…a rekindling of faith in the weird, hilarious, shocking, beautiful power of words.” He is from LA.

Image: “Stars over Berlin on the 28.02.2015”, by Kertase.