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Following the release of her micro-memoir, To Lose the Madness, and the TEDx Talk at Yale University based on her life, Browning returns from a six-year poetic silence with, Drive through the Night.

Raw, gritty, lonesome, and stunningly authentic—we pick up Browning’s trail a mid-life as the poet reflects on her journey through her major relationships, both with lovers and self.

The arc of these poems traces the poet’s journey of overcoming and rebecoming while simultaneously set against the iconic backdrop of the American Southwest. In her words, “These poems and ponderings were written across the nights—while traveling the distance between who I was expected to become and who I authentically (irrevocably) am.”

In Drive Through the Night, we follow the trail of an orphan-turned-vagabond who left behind the white picket fence for the open range and open road.

sElEctions from the COlleCtion

Constellation of Wounds | A Poem

Constellation of Wounds | A Poem

8,947 miles later, I know now why you refuse the say the names of those dead-to-you-yet-still-breathing—afraid as you are of the monsters are still under the bed—yet in the silence, you give them immortality…

The Technicolor Burning Bush | A Poem

The Technicolor Burning Bush | A Poem

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 the bottomless cup of coffee….

Lobo | A Poem

Lobo | A Poem

Be gentle long night, I don’t belong here. Thrown to the wolves, I shifted nocturnal.

Unspoken | A Poem

Unspoken | A Poem

Out beyond the murkiness left by anger-tinted arguments, remember what you know in your heart and bring that truth close.

Benzos, Bardo, and Brokenness | A Poem

Benzos, Bardo, and Brokenness | A Poem

They say poetry must tell us something of life and the wider-world, else it is confessional blather beyond use, but what if I want it to be only for me—in all its obscurity?

Nerve-Shaken | A Poem

Nerve-Shaken | A Poem

What are we to do, we who require silence in a world of deafening din? The far-lung corners being as far as they are, where shall we carry ourselves?

The Laws of Gravity | A Poem

The Laws of Gravity | A Poem

The perfect, plumb ground too easy and expected bears no liking for those beings without wings but for whom heights hold draw.

Divine Dust | A Poem

Divine Dust | A Poem

Gathering dust in the mantle spun particles of God in chain formed the milky way.

Westward | A Poem

Westward | A Poem

There will come a day when I succumb to the roaming, rambling, road . . .