The Technicolor Burning Bush | A Poem by L.M. Browning, from Drive Through the Night In the misty morning beyond murky mirages I hear the voice of god in the hum of the neon sign at the rest stop where the caravan of displaced desperadoes and expats post-up for...
I recently sat down with Joanna Harcourt Smith of Future Primitive to discuss my short memoir To Lose the Madness as the TEDx Talk and practice of Radical Authenticity that came from my experiences. **** Future Primitive: In this week’s episode Leslie M....
Lobo | A Poem by L.M. Browning, an except from Drive Through the Night Drive through the night lost in the miles the lone wayfarer ever in motion. Be gentle long night I don’t belong here. Thrown to the wolves I shifted nocturnal. Arced up,...
The Recurring Dream | A Poem by L.M. Browning, from a working collection In a land beyond the pervading dark, in a state beyond the fever-pitch, in a dialog beyond the finding of blame, I’m hoping to find you and build a home where we can live the life we...
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...
