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...
Westward by L.M. Browning There will come a day when I succumb to the roaming, rambling, road. When you wake to find me gone do not seek me, do not come for me. Remember me with dust on my boots and know that I am...
FLEETING MOMENTS OF FIERCE CLARITY: Moving Mandala of the Soul by L.M. Browning Years spent defining this self —carving out the edges of this mind— the channels of this spirit. Now to take that sculpture of identity, which over time becomes the mask, and shatter it....
Choices Scarcely Recalled by L.M. Browning Photo by Warren Wong The dark molasses passing of time during those days when I cannot recall what I have achieved and can think of nothing else I am tempted to pursue. In my youth, I spoke with God during the confluence of...
The Lament of the Wayfarer by L.M. Browning for J. and M. When the day comes and I at last clear this dense wood, I shall meet you on the other side. When the day comes and my path circles back to the place it began, we shall go on to that next place together. When...
