David Nelson Bradsher Biography

You might disown my bitter tone
and lump me in with crazy men,
but when I think and speak in ink
you'll have to kill my tilted pen
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She rises painfully—without complaint—
haloed by silver-white in feathered hair,
and she assists her husband from his chair,
dragging her shadow like a burdened saint.
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The suits are girded, rallying the troops
with power-point displays at Monday’s meeting,
explaining how a five-year fiscal “oops”
resulted in last week’s employee bleeding.
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A Year of Sundays

As if a breathing god,
the night exhales a glaze
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A smudge of a man,
he trudged the blur between
a can-do attitude,
a cruel demeanor,
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