by Brad Rose
The Miami real estate market is so hot, it’s melting the North Pole. Naturally, you can’t tell who’s innocent and who’s guilty just by looking at a courthouse. My doctor says I’m not taking enough drugs, but I told him that in a flight simulator, a bird doesn’t need any wings. Luckily, after my latest bank robbery I had enough money left over to have my fortune read by Madame Pommade. She took one look at my greasy lifeline and said that if I eat my ice cream while standing up, it won’t have any calories. Hey, it’s Paris fashion week, again. Yeah, I know what you mean. Don’t you just love the emperor’s new outfit? I’m telling you, that guy dresses sharper than a guillotine. He’s the bomb. Some people say he doesn’t have much on, but in my opinion, he’s always dressed to kill.
Brad Rose was born and raised in Los Angeles, and lives in Boston. He is the author of three collections of poetry and flash fiction, Pink X-Ray (Big Table Publishing, 2015), de/tonations, (Nixes Mate Press, 2020), and Momentary Turbulence (Cernvena Barva Press, 2020). WordinEdgeWise from Cerven Barva Press is forthcoming in 2022. His sixth chapbook, Collateral, was recently released by Right Hand Pointing. Brad’s poetry has appeared in, The Los Angeles Times, The American Journal of Poetry, New York Quarterly, Cloud Bank, Into the Void, and other publications.
(A complete list of publications is available at: http://bradrosepoetry.com/2019/03/a-list-of-publications/ )
Brad’s website is: www.bradrosepoetry.com
Selected readings are available at http://bradrosepoetry.com/audio-readings/