Christian Brookland





At a tiny table, by a tiny window
I play hangman

(where Robert Walser composed
one too many stories)

We are guileless – like the spearhead
of an army. One that sends its fellows

by the thousands. Fodder. (or guileful-
it works both ways) We are either all

or nothing by name and repute and
get this – by the orientation

on the toilet door. I was once told
it’s easier being two-dimensional.




Christian Brookland likes to type very loudly on his old Olivetti. His writing has been published in Ambit and 3:AM Magazine, and he’s just finished his first novel.

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