i didn’t eat the sun but / it / poured / into / me /

A WOW of a poem! poets.org/poem/i-didnt...

Brown House Moth Before Dawn, by Brett Warren The moth arcs the kitchen bulb and flutters away, drawn  to a lampshade, then to the pages of my open book,  then to my bare arm. She’s too fragile to be saved  in the…

Even after springing my clocks forward, I still love being awake in the before-sunrise world. Here’s another poem I’m grateful to have in the beautiful Halfway Down the Stairs “Dawn” issue. halfwaydownthestairs.net/2026/03/01/b...

Wasp Tattoo by Brett Warren (BUGS & INSECTS Series) Wasp Tattoo by Brett Warren I was a truck, a train, a bulldozer. I steam- rolled everywhere, drove the same roads to and from every day, flattening the tasks on my never-ending list, then stood in …

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Time Change by Brett Warren – Cider Press Review

Tonight is spring-forward! Here’s a poem for that. ciderpressreview.com/cpr-volume-2...

This poem by Ada Límon www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/147505...

Meditation with Push Broom, by Brett Warren Nothing to do but sweep this kind of snow, featherweight but profuse, floating down to accumulate in silence, obscuring everything below. My body remembers its careful step and …

Always happy to have a poem in Halfway Down the Stairs…and what timing for this one! halfwaydownthestairs.net/2026/03/01/m...

This is the time of year I feel my mom’s presence the most, in between the anniversary of her departure for the Great Beyond and her birthday. This landed in my mailbox today. Deep gratitude to The Examined Life Journal for giving this poem the perfect home.

An Interview with Brett Warren · P I N H O L E • P O E T R Y Brett Warren (she/her) is a long-time editor and the author of The Map of Unseen Things (Pine Row Press, 2023). Her poetry has appeared in Bellevue Literary Review, Canary, Halfway Down the Stairs, Ha...

So grateful to Pinhole Poetry for this interview, and for publishing my poem “Feeding the Bees.” pinholepoetry.ca/an-interview...

Between Storms I’ve been told not to go. Warnedof the dangers to trees, and so to me—the instability caused by too many stormsand saturated ground. But I know this forest. I know these trails. I knowwhich trees a…

I just love Whale Road Review, and feel so honored to have a poem in the Fall issue...especially this poem. Thank you, Whale Road editors.
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Needle Biopsy – a poem by Brett Warren Needle BiopsyThe room was neutral, hushed and dim, except for sconces that glowed like modest bouquets and a cone of light buddingfrom the end of a flexible stem. It seemed like a lot of people for…

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Forgotten Remembered Song by Brett Warren – Cider Press Review

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Thrilled to have a poem in Third Wednesday! thirdwednesdaymagazine.org/2025/07/06/i...

Common Milkweed by Brett Warren

—Genus Asclepias, named for the Greek god of medicine, healing, and rejuvenation

It was that other Election Day, the year
it seemed like hope might be restored.
I was on the porch, following the advice ...

Read the complete poem at riseupreview.org/brett-warren-1

Highly recommend!

Grateful to Editor Jim Lewis for giving two of my poems a home in the April issue of Verse-Virtual! www.verse-virtual.org/2025/April/w...

The Souls of Animals “They do not sweat and whine about their condition,” Walt Whitman wrote of the other animals, “they do not lie awake in the dark and weep for their sins, they do not make me sick …

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My Mother Imagines Another Life, by Brett Warren When he travels, she stays up past midnightand makes popcorn, store-bought in a foil pan with a twisted top that balloons as she slides it back and forth across the burner. She’s heard&nb…

Always love reading Halfway Down the Stairs! I'm thrilled to have a poem in the current issue (theme: "midnight") alongside so many other fine writers.
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Amazing poem!

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Grateful to the editors at Rise Up Review for publishing my poem "Common Milkweed." riseupreview.org/brett-warren-1

RIP Tom Robbins, who I met in California when he was on a book tour for Jitterbug Perfume. This quote resonates today: "...inside I feel like some kind of monk licking an ice cream cone while straddling a runaway horse.”