Brad Davis is from San Diego, California. He has an MFA from Vermont College of Fine Arts and has taught at The Stony Brook School (NY), Eastern Connecticut State University, the College of the Holy Cross (MA), and Pomfret School (CT) where he was the founding editor of Broken Bridge Review and the Broken Bridge Folio Series. His own poems have appeared in The Paris Review, Poetry, DoubleTake, Image, Michigan Quarterly Review, Tar River Poetry, Connecticut Review, Puerto del Sol, Ascent, and other journals. In 1995, a poem of his won an AWP Intro Journal Award; in 2005, his chapbook Short List of Wonders won the Sunken Garden Poetry Prize (selected by Dick Allen); and in 2009, a poem of his won the IAM (International Arts Movement) Poetry Award (selected by Brett Lott). Brad is married to Deb; they have a son John who lives with his wife Mariko in Brooklyn (NY).
Click here to read a major review of all four books in the Opening King David series, published in the journal Christianity & Literature, Summer 2009.
Click here to read four sample poems.
Click here to view Brad Davis’ upcoming events.
Click here to read ancillary material in the Seminar Room.
For other books in the Opening King David series, see the Antrim House catalog.
Begin the music, strike the tambourine.
SING FOR JOY
Which is not as immediate as, say, supper
I am set apart with the dead.
MY SPIRITUAL PRACTICE
When I sit still in my office for ten minutes,
overlooked first by the lights’ motion sensors,
to sit alone in a darkened room. They pass by
to be seen by anyone. I am never tempted to wave
Invisibility suits me. I enjoy imagining others
or that I finally delivered on my threat: to buy
of this office in this suburban private school
Worship at his holy mountain.
– Blackcombe, BC
Delivered by chairlift, surrounded
I will have nothing to do with evil.
NO VILE THING
At a sister boarding school, lice: body, head,
they estimated, with maybe two thousand
driven to a clinic where, once shorn and shaved,
Though inconvenient and socially embarrassing,
Foul surfaces, too, can be scraped, scoured, white-
for soulless things, nothing a little money
appearance for whatever has lost its sheen.
than just a reclamation of unseemly exteriors?
or for such love as is quick to take measures
will return to a dorm room made new, the clean form
to restore the good dream: such high regard
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