by L.M. Browning, an except from Drive Through the Night, a collection forthcoming late 2020. The patterns of the trauma align across the memories of our mind —inescapable—a black-hole of being. 8,947 miles later, I know now why you refuse the say...
by L.M. Browning, except from Drive Through the Night a collection of poems forthcoming late 2020. Ride this life hard —barebacked, bone-shaken. Wrap your legs tight —thighs around her rib cage, pounding. Take hold in the rush —fingers...
by L.M. Browning, an except from Drive Through the Night, a collection forthcoming late 2020. 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 Technicolor Burning Bush | A Poem by L.M. Browning, from a forthcoming collection entitled, 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...
Lobo | A Poem by L.M. Browning, an except from Drive Through the Night, a collection forthcoming late 2020. 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...
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...
