opening the mind and heart through poetry
So I'm six weeks into my master's program and although it's kicking my ass, I'm really happy I made this decision. After having more than a few months off from school, it was a bit of a struggle jumping back in, especially since I switched majors. I went from studyng Criminal Justice to English and... Continue Reading →
(with audio)
Good Bones Life is short, though I keep this from my children. Life is short, and I’ve shortened mine in a thousand delicious, ill-advised ways, a thousand deliciously ill-advised ways I’ll keep from my children. The world is at least fifty percent terrible, and that’s a conservative estimate, though I keep this from my children.... Continue Reading →
don't weaken yourself for someone with something to prove, they'll jump to make an example out of you, no matter the record, no matter the truth their ego will always outweigh you - B. Brown (art by: Antony Gormley, CAPACITOR)
trapped with a salvaged map, trucking through catacombs lit white as bone with flames that maimed bloodlines sacred rhymes made claim as the only holy domain he walks over floors worn scorned walls caked, torn and bubbled as the ceiling crumbles rubble pacing down rumbling tunnels paranoid the thunder of stampeding those roaming freely... Continue Reading →
I Believed She’d Always Be youthfully drowsy, I believed she'd always be but I felt it, the fragility, the fatigue the trauma racking mentally, frequently allowed for it to creep silently, to fester to make her air thick and her words slick still, I couldn't fathom such a stealthy killer such an intimate thriller for... Continue Reading →
Have you ever gotten some harsh feedback? It's like the other person is putting a hex on you. Like they're grabbing you by the scruff and rubbing your nose in your messy work. But don't keep your tail between your legs for too long. Allow yourself room for growth. If your muse is telling you... Continue Reading →
there are things I wish I would've done and things I once wished I could change. I made some mistakes along the pubilshing process that almost made me faint however one day, I will be able to look back on this and smile, not cringe because I plunged into that icy surface... Continue Reading →
Good morning everyone! I think it's time that I introduce myself. My name is Breanna Brown. I'm twenty-six, mother of one and I just started a master's program for English. Currently, I work as a waitress in the state of Nevada. My daughter is five, sassy and silly. We own a little red corn snake... Continue Reading →
My mother's hand would clasp around mine, grasping the pencil, tracing the letters, I learned the art of word structure through my mother's insistence. And her persistence was critical, for reasons I did not know until I found myself craving the crisp landscape of paper, with an ink pen as my wand, I drafted spells... Continue Reading →