Exclusive: Western Voices, 2020: Edited by Scott Thomas Outlar
Bio: Heath Brougher is
the Editor-in-Chief of Concrete Mist Press as well as poetry editor for Into
the Void, winner of the 2017 and 2018 Saboteur Awards for Best Magazine. He
is the winner of Taj Mahal Review's 2018 Poet of the
Year Award as well as a multiple nominee for the Pushcart Prize and Best of the
Net Award. He has published nine collections of poetry, the most
recent of which is Bleeding Backwards (Diaphanous Press,
2019).
To Ripen 
Human
sensory organs 
stretched
out
on
the furniture 
atop
pacifist
planks
of porch
on a
newly born 
Spring’s
gloaming 
among
the tulip hats
preciously
purple.
A
rising custard pie.
Endorphin
enclaves slowly
bringing
on that taste so ripe
to
those already basking in the uplifting 
seasonal
fragrance and fragments 
still
far from fully-blown.
At
least that’s what the Robin Red Breast
and
tiny fluorescent leaflets had to say 
about
the beginning of the next beginning.
Filthy Creatures 
I
would harm a fly
but
only by accident.
There
is enough apathy
within
these mired and trumped walls 
to
wipe out a nation of magnanimous spirits.
Stepping
among the filthy, cracked
sidewalk
as golden bricks
are
shoveled into a white house.
The
fly in the ointment keeps blaming
the
other fly in the ointment. 
I,
the pacifist, finally decide
to
lay down in the middle of this land
and
die from the unrestricted greed
and
noxious air which has enveloped 
the
entirety of this Human Experience.
Moronic
Mirrorism 
The moronic mistakes 
of mirrors have led
people into a realm of abstract contortions
of their perception of reality 
that are infected distortions,
in fact, the exact opposite 
of the Truth since mirrors 
are the epitome of liars.
They show the exact opposite of you.
They show you in reverse. 
With these omnipresent 
piles of stones replacing brains,
the wind and clouds 
remember the sound of tulips blooming.
Epic, legendary, existential...bravo H!ЁЯСА
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