The Road Turns West | A Journal Entry

The Road Turns West | A Journal Entry

by L.M. Browning  “Sit with the silence. There is something there waiting for you.” —Journal Entry, May 2019   Virginia Woolf believed that life was composed of one or two days that change everything―pivotal days that ripple out to effect all the days...
Mustang | A Poem

Mustang | A Poem

by L.M. Browning, except from Drive Through the Night   Ride this life hard       —barebacked, bone-shaken. Wrap your legs tight       —thighs around her rib cage, pounding. Take hold in the rush        —fingers tangled in her mane, entwined.   Don’t look back,...
Drive Through the Night | A Poem

Drive Through the Night | A Poem

Drive Through the Night | A Poem by L.M. Browning, from Drive Through the Night     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 source of...
The Technicolor Burning Bush | A Poem

The Technicolor Burning Bush | A Poem

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...
The Launch | Travel Journal | Texas Hill Country

The Launch | Travel Journal | Texas Hill Country

Today is the official release of To Lose the Madness: Field Notes on Trauma, Loss and Radical Authenticity. It is hard to describe what the release of this book means. There have certainly been moments since sending the book to print where I flinched at sharing so...