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 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 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 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...
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...
