The Kind of Poetry God Would Read While She Brushes Her Hair

I know this guy--Brian Francis.

And we've been friends for a long time.

We've shared a lot, made some of the best music you've never heard, lost track, got re-focused, chased dreams, and now we're both just surviving, both finding our way, making sure to keep our paths intertwined, even if our locations don't always allow for the closest of connections.

Brian's a poet. A damn good one, at that.

And he's been making moves, and now today he's oficially launching that most-important of homes, his e-home.

Presenting, as of 9/1/09:

September's Harvest

I want you all to check out September's Harvest, and not because Brian Francis is my friend.

I want you to check it out because he writes the kind of poetry that will keep you up at night.

The kind of poetry that exposes the monsters under the bed.

The kind of poetry god would read while she brushes her hair.

The kind of poetry that fights the good fight.


More soon.

JS