Brian Tawney

Joined February 2021

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Software developer, poetry translator, political forecaster, puzzle-hungry misunderstander of people.

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Iridescent
My son is rainbow-colored, brighter than me, and I love him. My daughters are new colors not yet named. One: the color of an arrow in the summer sky. The other:
By Brian Tawney5 years ago in Poets
The Quiet Mr. Luther
Louis stood in the hallway of the dark house, rain dripping from his windbreaker. The sky had been grey and menacing all morning, but the storm didn’t break until he was already off the bus and halfway up the hill. In a neighborhood like this, full of rich old houses from the rotten days, there was no place to take shelter.
By Brian Tawney5 years ago in Humans