Poetry by S.T. Brant

Careful, Nature by Jocelyn Ulevicus

A Yiddish Adage, by S.T. Brant

                                    “Man Plans, God Laughs”

Imagine the wind dancing the leaves; in the rhythm of the leaves dances earth.

The trees split to their roots, become a million wings,

That fly the world through nothingness

Toward Nothing

Better-

Inevitable, our angel, feeds us wisdom in a play,

Stages a theater within our heart wherein a Change we seek

Is tragically achieved- to dispel us from a swerve we’d make.

So the rain in wind falls in rank.

Life? god laughs. A life away Life remains.

S. T. Brant is a teacher from Las Vegas. Pubs in/coming from Door is a Jar, Santa Clara Review, New South, Green Mountains Review, Another Chicago Magazine, La Piccioletta Barca, Cathexis Northwest Press, a few others. You can find them on Twitter @terriblebinth or Instagram @shanelemagne.

Interview with S.T. Brant

  1. How long have you been writing?

I’ve ‘written’ stuff my whole life but never really thought of it as Writing, more just ‘writing stuff’. Then in middle school I was in a band and wrote songs for that band, and I thought that that was going to be my way of writing from then on: songwriter extraordinaire. Then I stopped playing, and sublimated the writing with some other endeavor… wanting to be a doctor, I think, was the distraction. (Distraction for me because, well, I’m no doctor.) It wasn’t until I was 16 that I really began writing again, only this time more seriously. What got me back was a girl I liked, liked this other guy better because he had a creative side, so I had to recreate that creative side of myself.

  • Is writing your full-time job? If not, what is?

    My full time job is a high school English teacher. I also teach Publications (yearbook) and Journalism, so writing is a big component, but more on the pedagogic side.
  • What Inspired this Work?

    It wasn’t until late December 2019 that I decided I’d actually try submitting stuff, so I had all these fragments or abandoned but somewhat coherent pieces that I thought I’d try and make sense out of it. This poem was one I liked, but I thought it needed some contextualizing to put the idea beyond some monologue-y realm. The Yiddish adage ‘Man plans, God laughs’ is an irony that’s always obsessed me because it’s so perfect that when I read this poem over I realized that that aphorism was akin to whatever it was I was up to.
  • What writers or artists inspire you and your work?

    4. I wasn’t a big reader until college, actually, so I’m constantly battling this idea that I’m too late. That I started too late, that I’m too behind, etc. My first inspirations were all musicians. Bob Dylan ruled my life for the longest time. Bruce Springsteen, Elvis Costello- those were #2 and 3 for me. The first poet I got to that mattered to me was T.S. Eliot, who’s still a doll to me (poetically- it’s a shame that I need to qualify that because I love his poems so much, but the Eliot of the poems is really the only Eliot I can abide. I also recognize the irony of citing Eliot as an influence for a poem that was inspired by something coming out of the Jewish tradition; but Eliot’s poems knew much better than Eliot did, is what I maintain.) All the Modernists, really, are who I always go back to.

5. Where Can We Find Your Recent or Future Work?


  • 5. I don’t have a website that compiles my publications, but I have a Linktree! Which is here: https://linktr.ee/terriblebinth
    I’m sort of all over right now because I’ve been submitting a lot this year (been very and hit and miss. More miss, but more hits than I expected, so that’s something!), mostly ‘older’ stuff is what’s been published, but that’s not to denigrate anything or dismiss it, just a note of interest.

6. What would you advise those interested in becoming published writers?

6. I don’t know if I have anything to advise because I in no way consider myself successful or accomplished. I feel like a panhandler on the streets of Poetry, begging for scraps of attention. But just a general lesson I’ve learned that’s very cliche but that’s nonetheless impossible to absorb until you confront it is that you’ll fail a lot. It’s probably not the best to link ‘rejection’ with ‘fail’ because that’s simply not the case, but, personally, I subject myself to a very derisive dichotomy and permit myself no minor or moral victories. Oh, that’s advice! Don’t be so hard on yourself and let yourself celebrate little victories.