Writing Brother
Image by Annie Spratt from Pixabay
It was you and I,
Then;
That summer
I took $100
And bought a Sears electric typewriter,
A brother in disguise, and
You, a manual one;
it was a Brother, too.
Oh, who would think that plastic
And rubber
And fresh-painted steel
Could be so romantic?
If Hemingway had napkins,
We had Brothers;
You and me hugging
The table,
Our brothers, and
The coffee machine.
We wrote that summer, though we were just boys;
I, a novella, of kids running away
From adults,
And you, a boy running away
From life.
Earl Yarington (LMSW) is a social worker and school bus driver. He taught literature and writing for nearly 20 years and spent 3 years working in forensic social work internships with offending populations, including work at Delaware Correctional facilities and the Federal Bureau of Prisons. He has a PhD in literature and criticism (feminism/women writers) from Indiana University of Pennsylvania, Master of Social Work from Louisiana State University, and an interdisciplinary Master of Liberal Arts from Arizona State University, where he studied the impact of visual image and girlhood in media/social media. He also has an MA and BS in English from SUNY College at Brockport. The opinions and analyses that Earl writes are his own and are not necessarily the positions or views of his employers, the agencies he supports, or that of his colleagues. Reach out with comments or questions.