Author: jebrownwriter

Houston, TX-based Writer and Photographer. Proud pet rescuer who spends nearly all his money on them.

Run Till You’re Out of Breath

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Post date February 7, 2023
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I run and run.
As hard as I can.
To escape from the punishment.
Oh, the things I’ve done.

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Poetry

A Wisp



A fiber.
Merely a wisp
Bearing enough of a scent
To remind me of you.

The heart-stopping excitement.
The catastrophic emptiness.
The rainbow that’s gone.
My life hollowed out 
By misplaced lust
And clichés of my kind.

Stories told time and again 
By lovers let down,
Century after century.
Til all that is left 
Is a memory of what was and the
Hope of what might have been.

© 2023 Jeff E. Brown. All rights reserved.

Tags Poetry, writing

Fiction photo photography portrait

On Repeat

“I didn’t want to be out here. Today of all days, but here I am again. This corner. This intersection. Living these humiliating moments on repeat. And you just take a picture. Cold-hearted asshole.”

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Fiction photo photography portrait

Shade

I didn’t need to advertise who or what I was. One glance and you knew: combustible. Somebody to run away from.

But I wasn’t always like this. No one ever is. You grow into it, slowly and without meaning to, but then there is a day when you no longer see the person you hoped to be.

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Fiction photo photography Prose

My brother had a plan. From the time we were small; always a plan. At seventeen, the bullet-train of ambition was off and he never looked down, much less back. I’m sure he’s rich, just like I know he’s a boss. Wherever he is today, he is the one in charge. But you can’t rise above your fate.

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Fiction photo photography

A Star

The dazzling lights may dim
But you’ll always be a star.

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Poetry Prose

Cog



A peg or a cog.
Everything in my world ends in a g.
Nothing fits and I feel it all.
The shattering waves and booms
Rebound and roil through me.
Cataclysms for one.
Single-serve trauma for 
The aimless loner.

Too much of the underbelly
And not near enough of the light.
Pull away the curtain 
And the sun is winking goodnight.
Dreams are not dreams,
Just a disjointed journey 
Of half-truths played out with Fluttering lids.

“Awake!” you scream
But it doesn’t make it stop.
You think you can help.
Please let me go,
Let me be.

The melancholy clouds 
Contain faces I should know.
People I held dear whose names
Begin to form
But never travel along 
My wicked tongue.

Float on the sidewalk,
Ever forward to the place
Where this all might make sense,
A beaten down chunk of machinery.
Insignificant to you.
The smallest of cogs.

© 2023 Jeff E. Brown. All rights reserved.

Tags Poetry, Prose, writing