Unspoken | A Poem by L.M. Browning, from a private collection There are things that will go unsaid and unwritten—that will live in us alone until time shifts the landscape of memory and all that we remember is changed. Out beyond the murkiness left by...
The Road from Santa Fe to Cimarron | A Poem by L.M. Browning, from a working collection Red dust, sanguine from Sangre bleeding into the snowy roads that lead to the hidden mountain where the lone buffalo waits. FollowFollowFollowFollow Recent Poetry Posts The...
Benzos, Bardo, and Brokenness | A Poem by L.M. Browning, from a working collection i. There is an 8 min window in the eye of the hurricane —suspended in the bardo of belief and disbelief— while the benzo filters into the bloodstream and the fitful mind with...
Nerve-Shaken | A Poem by L.M. Browning, featured in The Wayfarer Spring 2019 Issue What are we to do, we who require silence in a world of deafening din? The far-flung corners being as far as they are, where shall we carry ourselves? Loud minds...
The Laws of Gravity | A Poem by L.M. Browning, featured in The Wayfarer Spring 2019 Issue Expectations are sheer cliffs we cannot help but climb. The perfect, plumb ground too easy and expected bears no liking for those beings without wings but for whom...
Divine Dust | A Poem by L.M. Browning, from a working collection Mountain shards prehistoric seas lands lost blown across the shifting horizons all held in hand. Gathering dust in the mantle spun particles of God in chain formed...
