Autumn

when she saunters in relieving my skin with winds swishing by in annual equilibrium when the trees ignite in a cacophony of coloration, releasing before meditation, the fasting solstice when the sky shivers and gets it's winter coat thick and cottony and the moon gloats when the shine exhausts and the shadows stir to blanket... Continue Reading →

Self-Parenting

"We've discussed this." *glances off to the side "You got me through a lot today. You were very well-behaved. I'm impressed." "It was a good day for me right?" "Yes, it was. You showed a lot of discipline. But now, your turn is over." "But I can help-" "You already have, you've given me a... Continue Reading →

Express

it seems to come every ten minutes, cascading through a fog screen to smother the trees and rattle the stones, a presence known to those who watch the clock from an intermediate stop, an arrival that usually misses me despite parched plausibilities and sluggish sentiments, I cave and repent, pray before I soil the first... Continue Reading →

$#!+s and Giggles

what you frettin' for? I thought the hook up was good? yet you're hanging on me wishing I would chill on me, what's happening? what happened to the heavy hand? you knew this was the plan, hit you up when the going's tough skip a block, see ya' later, I'll keep in touch touch and... Continue Reading →

Shorted

my dress was one of plenty but on me, custom ordered because it suited you. You could touch my knee, inquire about my warmth with a brush on my thigh but you knew I'd stop you before I lit almost wore the shoes that are as high as I try to be but I didn't... Continue Reading →

Chances

I've been learning to take my chances, opening myself up to new realities since the one I'm living now no longer satisfies me... - B. Brown

The Practice

I ready for the surgical fervor every morning, practicing pain, passion and prayer unfastening the ego that confines me, it digests to embody me encapsulate me as a steriod too hefty for the faint of heart loyal to this untraceable art i do my part, reopening sutures to diagnose my future - B. Brown DailyPrompt:... Continue Reading →

Reroute

escaping functional fixed-ness flowing against the stream and I love the rush the push the approaching dream it no longer stings to see through to the means - B. Brown

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