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...
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...
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...
