Brian McGackin
MeetBrian McGackin
‪Poet Brian McGackin is the author of BROETRY and DEATH IN THE RICK. He lives in Los Angeles and drinks a lot of Guinness.‬

From the mind of Brian

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POETRY for our {Comfort Zone} Prompt: Heir

Race. Class. Language. The uncomfortable spaces that divide us. A poem about exploring the feeling of differences and going beyond your #ComfortZone.

Brian McGackin
July 18, 2017
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5 Directions Ron Howard Might Take the HAN SOLO Movie

Ron Howard was just hired to direct the new Han Solo movie. But we’ve got the inside scoop—or at least some creative ideas—on where it might go.

Brian McGackin
June 27, 2017
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POETRY on {Superpowers}: Watson-Parker

Peter and Mary Jane. A love story. A hero’s story. A story about living for something real. And in the end, it’s the greatest superpower of them all.

Brian McGackin
June 2, 2017
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POETRY on {Misanthropy}: Zookeeper

Just how terrible are humans as a species? Bad enough to open all the cages? Bad enough to let the animals out? Maybe bad enough is bad enough.

Brian McGackin
May 17, 2017
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POETRY on {Pride}: Thief

There is something deeply troubling about pride. Of being better than. How do the gods handle pride, which has existed as long as they have?

Brian McGackin
May 4, 2017
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POETRY on {Envy}: Surgeon

So much to covet. The wanting is intense. Cutting, even. And for a surgeon, sometimes the cutting is as close as it gets.

Brian McGackin
May 3, 2017
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POETRY on {Sloth}: Senator

This Senator has some explaining to do. It’s an inquiry, presumably under oath, and words matter, like they always do. So just what are you insinuating?

Brian McGackin
May 2, 2017
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POETRY on {Greed}: Dice

In this place, you don’t need to work hard to have it all. Good fortune is yours if you want it badly enough. It all comes down to a roll of the dice.

Brian McGackin
May 1, 2017
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POETRY on {Gluttony}: Chicken Fingers

If we can have a chicken fingers poem, WHAT ELSE CAN WE HAVE? Gluttony, set to rhythm and served piping hot, straight from the fryer.

Brian McGackin
April 28, 2017
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