Archive of Brent Short

Brent Short lives outside Tampa and works at Saint Leo University as the Director of Library Services.  He’s been a contributor to Sojourners, Radix, Mars Hill Review and Inklings. His poetry has appeared in Eads Bridge Literary Review, Windhover, Tar River Poetry and Sandhill Review, and still holds up “The Waste Land” and “Four Quartets” by T.S. Eliot as the towering achievements in modern poetry that the rest of us can only aspire to.

 

Brent has contributed 9 brilliant piece(s).


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Detective Work – POEM

by Brent Short April 2, 2014

“Every body persists in its state of being at rest or of moving uniformly straight forward, except insofar as it is compelled to change its state by force impressed. “ –Newton’s First Law all artwork by Brittany Rathbone 1. Police work was both tedious and boring, plodding. Determining motives, examining all the mechanisms for revenge […]

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POEM – Christina’s World

by Brent Short October 18, 2013

For Andrew Wyeth’s painting of Christina Olson, who, although undiagnosed, most likely suffered from polio.   Christina panning up at that vast rise— bleak, weathered buildings delineated by a flinty sky, from the edge of a sea of brown grass and field rising, a great divide, an ocean of sepia bending forward. Lying twisted in […]

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Me and Bob Dylan

by Brent Short June 5, 2013

I wanted to add a little different perspective on the overall celebration of Bob Dylan’s music, his songwriting, and his 72nd birthday.  In the aptly titled “The Picasso of Song” article, it was mostly his words that were celebrated, and rightfully so.  No one in their right mind would argue otherwise.  (And oh, by the […]

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Cedric Liqueur – An Interview with the Actor

by Brent Short December 26, 2012

A troubadour is commonly defined as a composer and performer of lyric poetry during the High Middle ages.  As an actor and dramatic composer, Cedric Liqueur has been performing his one-man show criss-crossing the United States for the last twelve years—fitting the bill as a contemporary troubadour. An independent actor and playwright, Liqueur is a […]

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Baseball Zen: The Time I Almost Hit a Home Run

by Brent Short October 25, 2012

[soundcloud url=”http://api.soundcloud.com/tracks/63158969″ iframe=”true” /] I mean I’d hit them before but they were the cheap kind where the kid in the baggy uniform in right field lets a grounder dribble through his legs, throws his glove down and chases it.

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Out My Window as a Boy

by Brent Short October 11, 2012

Click the arrow below to listen: [soundcloud url=”http://api.soundcloud.com/tracks/62799522″ iframe=”true” /] Across the mantle of night sky, a meteor burned in an earthward arc, a sparkling ball of gold dust extending out into a plume of rosy flame— a blaze carrying through the night, marking an unforgettable sign, its imprint blotting out a whole, far-flung mosaic […]

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What My Buddy’s Dad Told Us About the Russian Front

by Brent Short October 7, 2012

[soundcloud url=”http://api.soundcloud.com/tracks/62793124″ iframe=”true” /] He showed us the scar lifting up his t-shirt over the gray mat of hair on his chest— a pale line where the lung was removed. Our commander told us we could surrender to the Russian army or try to make it all the way back with the supplies we had […]

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Back In School

by Brent Short October 6, 2012

Click the arrow below to listen. [soundcloud url=”http://api.soundcloud.com/tracks/62795790″ iframe=”true” /] Daunted, silly, incorrigible, a class of boys and girls face each other across a shiny hallway, lined up separately against opposite walls, observing a maintained distance.

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So Cute

by Brent Short October 6, 2012

[soundcloud url=”http://api.soundcloud.com/tracks/62798992″ iframe=”true” /] Just as the boys closed in on the playground’s inner circle, crowding in near enough to recognize each of the schoolgirls’ features there, they began nudging their classmate, taunting, “There she is!”

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