Kate Bremer

Tucker greets us today—messenger from other worlds;
He travels back and forth so easily in the quiet, between
the trees, under the shrill of Bodi’s squeaky toy.
Something is happening!

Donkey squeals! Pony runs! Sylvia runs! The world is speeding
up again. Time to slow the pen. Neutron star,
heavier than Jasper, Marshmallow and all our drums. Marshmallow
wants to play all the instruments, eat all the notebooks, make poetry.

I feel your soft beautiful breath; Today we’re inhaled by horses.
Thank you for lungs, bird wings stirring the air, sage clearing
our bodies, leaf sounds, bare feet, large nostrils, gentle lips.
Distracted by animal neurons, folds of grief, hearts unraveling—
For some reason the birds start to sing;
Feral cat jumps from the wood pile.

Kate Bremer loves to write in nature with friends, donkeys, birds, and horses. She lives on a small farm near Blanco, TX.

This poem appeared in What We Hold On To: Poems of Coping, Connection, and Carrying On — Winter 2026, published by The Chaos Section Poetry Project.  You can read the full collection or download a free PDF of the chapbook here.