(Still) Radically Authentic

(Still) Radically Authentic

[Trigger Warning: Suicide & Mental Health]  Howdy, folks.  So, for the last year, I’ve been pretty quiet—not just on social media but within my friend/professional circles; the silence wasn’t indicative of lack of care. I just had one of those years—a string of...
Going Home | Wild Silence Travel Column

Going Home | Wild Silence Travel Column

Going Home Again by L.M. Browning, appeared in The Wayfarer Magazine autumn 2019 edition as part of the Wild Silence Travel Column | The Full Issue>> “What is the meaning of life? That was all—a simple question; one that tended to close in on one with years, the...
The Dirge | A Poem

The Dirge | A Poem

by L.M. Browning, from the forthcoming collection, Drive Through the Night     Dancing with the dust devils across the land of dazzling desolation I seize freedom by unearthing the beauty in the vanishing nature of all that is vital.   Knowing that I...
Constellation of Wounds | A Poem

Constellation of Wounds | A Poem

by L.M. Browning, an except from Drive Through the Night   The patterns of the trauma align  across the memories of our mind —inescapable—a blackhole of being. 8,947 miles later, I know now why  you refuse the say the names of those            ...
Mustang | A Poem

Mustang | A Poem

by L.M. Browning, except from Drive Through the Night   Ride this life hard       —barebacked, bone-shaken. Wrap your legs tight       —thighs around her rib cage, pounding. Take hold in the rush        —fingers tangled in her mane, entwined.   Don’t look back,...
Drive Through the Night | A Poem

Drive Through the Night | A Poem

Drive Through the Night | A Poem by L.M. Browning, from Drive Through the Night     If we kept moving     —blind in the blur        of mileage mounting— we might outrun the sun and not see the sight awaiting in the bare daylight that we were the source of...