Poems by Steven C. Brandt

This is a growing, variety of poems by a published fiction and non-fiction writer. After living a series of lives—entrepreneuring in Silicon Valley, fighting environmental battles at Lake Tahoe, teaching graduate school at Stanford, sailing and cruising, sheep raising in the San Juan Islands of the NW, caregiving, and writing during each experience, I have found poetry gives me a deep amount of satisfaction and, often, insights. I hope some of my work resonates with you.

Wednesday, January 11, 2017

MIRTH: ODE TO UNCLE JACK DANIELS

Ode to Uncle Jack Daniels

Dear Uncle,

-My liver ran up a flag

my doctor became a nag

my lady finds you a drag

my Winky has begun to sag.

Two drinks a day is my aim

but glass size was never a claim

my advisors are no longer nice

“You should not cover the ice.”

"Two," they say, means ounces,

not drinks. Get new advisors, me thinks

but what would I do sans my doctor,

lady, and Winky? The prospect is a bit kinky.

So it's Unc and me vs. the crowd, I
fear, perhaps I shall switch to wine or beer

but beer is for picnics…

and wine goes with cheese

“BARTENDER:

M. 00022.

Sunday, January 1, 2017

LIFE: TOO LATE

Too Late

-Wailing train at night

stirs bygone memories.
I no longer yearn to go

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