(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...
Burn Like a Roman Candle in the Night  |  A Poem

Burn Like a Roman Candle in the Night | A Poem

Like a Roman Candle in the Night | A Poem by L.M. Browning, from Drive Through the Night, Forthcoming April 2022   Shame be damned— own the ruin of yourself wear failure like a vintage      coat—torn, tattered heart—      you are a worn out classic soul of arcane...
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 dead-to-you-yet-still-breathing...
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,...