This journey is unlike anything I could've imagined ( good thing this whole thing isn't my daydream). Because I didn't think I had it in me, this thing that everyone else saw in me. This thing that earned me the honor of teaching twenty-two blossoming minds. I was only substituting for about a month and... Continue Reading →
A prose poem that I wrote for class: Flirting with thirty from down the hall, barely grasping the scheme of it all, I pull my breaker tighter though the weather is nicer as she tugs on the strap of my baggage, slowing my pace. In a line, with no front and no end but I'm... Continue Reading →
So I just finished up a course in Literary Theory and when I say this was my most difficult course by far, I mean it. No, really, this course had me questioning everything about my writing, my choice of authors, my purpose in life... my soul was wrung for every last drop of conviction it... Continue Reading →
We want to know the most, so we research, listen and watch to be better, so we think, plot and execute to become the best, so we wake, push and write and write and write and write and write some more until it becomes a chore an assignment, a quota, a demand and then we... Continue Reading →
Here's a simple yet powerful video that I found while eating breakfast this morning. I hope you'll enjoy it as much as I did. Happy writing 😀 - B. Brown
now I spit out the bloody tooth and smile nothing scares me I’ve already seen my death come on, that’s it what else you got for me? - B. Brown This poem is from my book, Amnesia. Sometimes I have to go back and look at earlier poems to find my place again...
you may have posted a poem the other day about heartache and frustration or maybe you shared a short romantic story one that'd been simmering in your mind for ages or maybe you had the strength to drag a traumatic experience out into the open as memoir or journal entry... what ever it was, it... Continue Reading →
I'd knew it'd get stuck in my teeth but I'm a child with spacious eyes who's been deprived and I thought if I took my time, peeling away the melted layer, pry it with only my lips, roll it over my tongue a few times, I'll find it's flavor 'cause it was my favorite color,... Continue Reading →