Brent Pace
BRENT PACE graduated from Brigham Young University in 1988 with a degree in French. He currently lives in Cambridge, Massachusetts, where he works as a counselor in a half-way house for mentally-ill adults.
Ireland
Articles/Essays – Volume 27, No. 1
When did I find the music
of another open-window autumn?
I’ve left more vodka empties near
the wardhouse dumpster.
Jesus is Coming
Articles/Essays – Volume 27, No. 1
The tapping of the shower is
the insistent brush of reeds
along the Charles and the slap
of oars I’ve just left.
Marcus
Articles/Essays – Volume 27, No. 2
It is not that I miss you now
but I miss it—when I
swallowed your finger the first night
and restrained myself in deference to
My Father Comes to Me
Articles/Essays – Volume 31, No. 4
My father comes to me
his hand scrapes on the door
that he opens to this bedroom where I am still,
not sleeping but waiting for his hair oil scent to reach me.
Drama Queen
Articles/Essays – Volume 31, No. 4
The week they turn off your phone,
I wait in your car while you give quarters
to a pay phone mounted on red brick
at a convenience store.
Night Fires
Articles/Essays – Volume 31, No. 4
Family sentinels, we watch flames grab scrub oak
roughly on the shoulder of our dysphoric mountain,
shiver as three firs’ tired arms collapse in slow motion
silence.