I never went to war. Korea ended a year before I was born and we lost the war in Viet Nam the year I began college. I never had the hard comfortable friendships true battle inspires and I never had comrades passionate enough to link into that all purpose male code-one man laying his life down for another. No, not me. I never had that.
But fake wars? That's another story. The war on drugs, for instance. I was on the frontlines, a war that threw so much money at itself, it imploded filling prisons and creating cottage industries for curriculum products for every school and community in the nation. It never ends. Just one more victim and one more prisoner and one more person I know who was in the wrong place at the wrong time sending their lives into a spiral downwards so quickly the very system that wants to help ties them into so many knots, it cannot.
BIOMichael H. Brownstein's latest volumes of poetry,
A Slipknot to Somewhere Else (2018) and
How Do We Create Love (2019) were both published by Cholla Needles Press. In addition, he has appeared in
Last Stanza,
Café Review, American Letters and Commentary, Skidrow Penthouse, Xavier Review, Hotel Amerika, Meridian Anthology of Contemporary Poetry, The Pacific Review, Poetrysuperhighway.com and others. He has nine poetry chapbooks including
A Period of Trees (Snark Press, 2004),
Firestorm: A Rendering of Torah (Camel Saloon Press, 2012),
The Possibility of Sky and Hell: From My Suicide Book (White Knuckle Press, 2013) and
The Katy Trail, Mid-Missouri, 100 Degrees Outside and Other Poems (Kind of Hurricane Press, 2013). He is the editor of
First Poems from Viet Nam (2011).
