Brenda Serpick



A distortion exists like a swamp

I refer to moments

Asphalt searing

I’m a sink in the pit

A sunk degenerate

Inside movement

All years pinpoint to

Illusive, then mine

Alone under a chair

I see her run down the hallway

A soundless fistful

Alive, then someone else’s







Brenda Serpick received her MFA in poetry from The New School (2000), and has two chapbooks: No Sequence But Luck ( 3 Sad Tigers Press, 2010) and The Female Skeleton Makes Her Debut (Hophophop Press, 2002). Poems are forthcoming in Eccolinguistics, and previous poems have appeared in LIT, Lungfull! Magazine, Torch, The Germ, Boog City, Magazine Cypress, Chinquapin, and The Red Wheelbarrow. She teaches English at NAF High School (Baltimore City Public Schools), where her students both inspire and exhaust her just about every day! (see some of their creative work in their online journal here)