the pseudonym’s room

 “The Pseudonym’s Room”

There is a room

where names are left at the door,

stacked like coats

on a winter hook.

Inside, the air carries

a faint shimmer of work undone 

pages half-'turned,

ink settling into its own shape.

A chair waits

for whoever enters next,

unconcerned with signatures

or the weight of a lineage.

Here, the walls listen

without judgement,

holding the soft friction

between what is written

and what wishes to be.

And when you step out again,

you take nothing with you

but the sense

that something in the room

shifted slightly

to make space.

.

Reviews

[FlatDaddy]

Bricky, my friend, you always amaze, writing such finery, clothing your words in near-invisible ink; I tiptoe through the whispered whorls and flourishes your mind weaves with gossamer syllables and pale tickles of thought that never fail to ... okay, I'm writing such gooey bullshit now, just smearing ink around, trying to find that fine path your mind walks when constructing these jewels most of us miss when putting pen to pad. I guess that's why I just pound keys until something screams to be released. Oook! Oook!

Egad, you've done it again!
FD

[redd Brick Keshner]

The pounding of keys is primal to us all! 🕊️🙏🏻👍🏻

[Hunter Lewis]

And that, sir, is how this writing malarky is done properly.

[redd Brick Keshner]

Thank you, Hunter. If it reads well, that’s mostly down to patience and a bit of luck. You are most appreciated 🕊️🙏🏻

[jacob erin-cilberto]

My alter ego has visited that room and spent some time in it.
Those of us who write are well aware that a second self exists within us.
Nicely translated here.
j.

[redd Brick Keshner]

Here’s to the second self, j🙏🏻🕊️
Freds.

[Michael Sun Bear]

I had to laugh, not because this is ha ha funny, but because you amazed me, not for the first time. You have a rare ability to take the most mundane, common, boring small things of everyday life and make them really interesting, make the reader see with new eyes.

[redd Brick Keshner]

That is an excellent reception of a poem, Michael. I am glad even for chortles and snickers. So much of poetry, great poetry, are grandiose and big. So the small stuff positioned in parallax still has to be tapped fully. Hopefully we can put a dent in it. 🙏🕊️