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...
The Lost Horizon | A Poem by L.M. Browning, from a working collection Souls age in thousand-fold nights, wandering across internal landscapes to desert’s edge. At the corner of a crossroad, a blue tail flicks and slicks as the lizard slides through dust,...
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...
A Coward in the Night, Death, and Rebirth | A Poem by L.M. Browning, from a working collection A dark-haired specter of ill fate emerged while back turned, taking the children I was to have, the life I was to lead, the person I was known to be. Shot...
