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Soren Stockman

Soren Stockman’s poems have recently appeared or are forthcoming in The Iowa Review, the PEN Poetry Series, Tin House Online, Plume, The Literary Review, Tupelo Quarterly, Cosmonauts Avenue, BOAAT, Horsethief, Bellevue Literary Review, Prelude, The Louisville Review, H.O.W. Journal, The Paris-American, and Narrative, which awarded him First Place in the 2013 Narrative 30 Below Contest. The recipient of fellowships from New York University, the Ucross Foundation, the New York State Summer Writers Institute, and the Lacawac Artists' Residency, he now works at the NYU Creative Writing Program, and as Curator for Springhouse Journal.

 

 

 

 

      Like My Brother Loves Music

 

 

Angrier now than I’ve been, and clueless

with it, I tell my brother he has hurt me.

 

He looks at me and bears it, then puts on

a song. Music moves over us, it feels good.

 

I trap what hurt I have in a room. When I walk

into that room, I close the door behind me. 

 

My brother rises the next morning and puts on

another song. I wake up with his music, remember

 

what his lush heart unfastened for mine as I drove

my lover far from the wet rage her house had become,

 

drove my best friend home as he confessed he loved

my lover too. Drove myself anywhere, loving them both,

 

pain a part of that. The silence after everything else

is still music. I tell my brother I’m sorry, that every

 

moment before I tell someone I love them feels like driving

through a nighttime joy, my favorite song about to play, 

 

that an exact silence will always lift from his music like fog,

and would be impossible without him. I tell my brother 

 

I love him like angels love music, but I can’t love anything that way. 

Not always, not even him. So I love my brother like I’d love the most

 

spectacular thing that ever happened to me, if that thing took

human form. No, like what that thing would love the most. 

 

 

 

©2016 Soren Stockman

 

 

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Five poems by Soren Stockman in Narrative

Three poems by Soren Stockman at Pen America

'Newborn' by Soren Stockman in Tupelo Quarterly

 

 

 

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