Tag Archives: Jay Yair Brodbar

Untitled, it istoo raw on the eye, too raw for the pen. The seen cannot be unseen. A crib—emptied save a smallteddy sodden in curdles of blood.The young woman yanked outof an armored jeep, her back to the screen, cherry-red splotches congealed on her jeans. A wall lined with family photos—young marrieds, elders bearded inContinue reading “Untitled, it is. A poem by Jay Yair Brodbar”