Brendan Connolly

10 by Brendan Connolly i lied at my first confession 	about the mercy and salvation i was seeking, about my sins, about the penance i said i would do, unable to yet tell father sean about what really troubled me 	my bolted mustard plant having already bloomed demur even though i had grown up hearing him sing peace in his brogue 	as i waited for the rest of my ccd class, i watched a plane fly over, its contrails like a rocket/s across the sky

 

Brendan Connolly has been featured by Genre: Urban Arts, OPEN: Journal of Arts & Letters, Gravel Magazine and elsewhere. He lives and writes in New York City.

 

 

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