Tag: prose poetry

“I Remember It Was Called an Ash, the Baby Tree That Was” Published in Bite More, Smash More: Red Ogre Review’s 2024-2025 Anthology

Brook Bhagat

I don’t write a lot of trauma poetry, but “I Remember It Was Called an Ash, the Baby Tree That Was” wanted to come into the world. I hope it does some good, somehow, and I hope the little girl I wrote it for is ok, wherever she is. The collection features dozens of poets, ranging from exciting new voices to multiple major prize winners, prestigious grant and fellowship recipients, Poet Laureates, and well-known names. Bite More, Smash More: Red Ogre Review’s 2024-2025 Anthology is the fourth book in the series from Red Ogre Review. It was released on November 30 and is available now on Amazon.

“The Master” published in Osho News

Brook Bhagat

I’m so proud to share that my prose poem, “The Master,” from Only Flying, has been published in Osho News! This piece is about the most beautiful dream I ever had, a dream whose essence lingered over my waking life for weeks, a fragrance of roses drifting in from the windows of the beyond. Read it here: “The Master”

“I Remember It Was Called an Ash, the Baby Tree That Was” published in Red Ogre Review

Brook Bhagat

I’m proud to share publication news for this tough little thing, this tough little poem for the girl next door who was not ok. “I Remember It Was Called An Ash, the Baby Tree That Was” woke up today in the beautiful Red Ogre Review. Read and hear it here.

Three prose poems published on A Story in 100 Words

Brook Bhagat

I’m proud to share that three of my prose poems have been published on A Story in 100 Words. “For Yulia Navalnaya” is a tribute to the widow of Russian opposition leader and freedom fighter Alexi Navalny written on the occasion of Navalnaya’s husband’s death in prison. The same day, from exile, Navalnaya vowed to Vladimir Putin that she would continue to fight for freedom and human rights, leading the movement in her husband’s place.

“You Are Fine As You Are” began, as many of my 100-word stories have, as a work email– an invitation to my writers’ group, The Nearby Universe. “‘There Is A Light That Never Goes Out,'” a tribute to the best Morrissey song ever written, began in a dark car an eternity ago, but was polished up to publishable in workshop with the group. I am so grateful for their help and camaraderie!