Brad Aaron Modlin

    I grew up in a family that did not tell the story. I am listening to it now: Even the morning you see a robin flattened on the street, you hear another in a tree, the notes they’ve taught each other, bird before bird before we were born. […]

    In the poetry of Brad Aaron Modlin, the most quotidian experiences – growing up, being carried by a rusty bicycle, and waiting for payday – become a point of entry to to larger questions about reverence, shared experience, and the creation of narrative. For Modlin, the stories we […]