The Abandoned

moaning prayers and profanities roaming, receding under bridges haunting highway entrances, dumpster diving for foam boxes shoes and canes and the flicker of mercy of an orange cigarette butt to keep pushing stuffed shopping carts with sheets, coats on top of cans on top of garbage bags rattling below a spotless, waving American flag -... Continue Reading →

Looking Back

us children loved the winds on our scalps, pumping concrete to slip through webbed panels of rickety get-away chariots to ease the time us children rode the waves with satin ties and scuffed Filas dropping off smokes and picking up plates staying out late the many weeks foiled cause of red-handed cookie jar days and... Continue Reading →


She rests a knee on the edge of the bed, fluffing the collar of her fleece robe, "I'm clean," she smiles, sleepily. "Are you?" She frowns. "What's that supposed to mean, Johnny Boy?" She bubbles with laughter, wisps of her damp hair sliding along her now bare shoulders. She holds the robe closed with a... Continue Reading →

I Don’t See You

I gotta knack for tripping those who think they know who they're speaking with, what I'm dealing with, who swear they know what and who I should do in the event that I feel used abused and lonely, who offer a friendly quick fix but I don't take kindly to those who want to bind... Continue Reading →

Come, Follow Me

notches in my headboard vows from the night before, forgotton when i tasted the air and caught his scent wanting to run with his wind, blend losing all sense of myself mindless, heedless, he drew me in - B. Brown (art by Lynn Ward: Giant)

Journal: This Morning

This morning, she asks me, Is she in heaven with Babydoll?   Probably not together, I tell her, your grandmother didn't like snakes.   Cats? Yes. Doggies? Yes.   I love her, Mommy. Yes, honey, I know.   She loves you too.   - B. Brown   Just leave it to our children to remind... Continue Reading →

Focus, Necessary

cramped, stuffed away dwelling in the twilight of cranberry scented candles whispering concerns and intentions above my favorite mug, caffeine to stimulate my fading will, worn keys to beckon my fantasies -B. Brown (Collage by Maurice Mbikayi)

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