"the impossible turn"A Poem by redd Brick Keshner"The Impossible Turn"
To hold what harms, to face without flinching, to shape warmth from wire. To drop the name, to meet the eyes, to let edges soften. To burn the mold, to kneel in ash, to rise listening. Not conquest. Not perfection. Only forward motion. .
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1 Review Added on August 8, 2025 Last Updated on August 8, 2025 Authorredd Brick KeshnerBrisbane, West Moreton, AustraliaAbout….socially awkward poet. Childhood stammerer… intentionally driven to writing rather than speaking. And yes, that’s where that vibe is sourced… so your kindness is truly, ge.. more.. |


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