My mind has a mind of its own, so in the morning, I’m going to self-test my bullet-proof vest. In the careless wind everything should go according to plan. Like they say, misery loves gluttony. Tha…

I’m coming down the pike. It’s a different kind of vibe. Now I’m a 3-D monosyllabic image of myself.  I’m almost holographic. I mean, do animals really believe in God? Anyway, my guess is it’s probabl...

by Brad Rose For eons, I’ve been trying to get next to you, but since that teleportation accident, only one severed leg has gotten throug...

Sold my monkey. Sure, he was good in the kitchen. Anyone could see he was good with a knife. If you ask me, a little too good.

This week, I’m building my vocabulary.

I assume you and I are on similar planets. Yesterday, I was out riding my trick pony in the wooden hills and thinking about one day inventing a game that I would like to call polo. As the twin suns se...

Commensurate with my station in life, I look like an old horse. On which day of your life were you the most you?  People who are familiar with me say I have too many teeth. It’s better for everyone co...

Fortunately, blood is deeper than water... See for Yourself by Brad Rose

Prose Poetry by Brad Rose

Brad Rose Poetry

by Brad Rose “I’m liable to be drafted by the secret police who are always recruiting new informants. As for me, mum’s the word.”

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At least the dead are optimistic.. Time Off by Brad Rose

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Sometimes we howl.