Glenn Brown
Bio
I have a driver's license.
Stories (17/0)
Caribbean
Like meadow flowers, gulls speckle azure waters, on tropical seas.
By Glenn Brownabout a year ago in Poets
Vision
Topaz sky, so vast, The clarity arrests me. I’m lost in your eyes.
By Glenn Brownabout a year ago in Poets
Samsara Express
Like so many nights before, I wake at 5:30, not dreaming, my mind racing but I’m not moving. I try to move an arm or kick a foot, nothing, my body is asleep. There’s a knocking at the door but I can’t get to it. The room is gently shaking, and I hope that it will jostle my body enough that it will soon join my consciousness. The knocking begins again. It’ll have to wait. I can’t shout although I can hear myself making restrained and muffled vocalizations. I just need to wait.
By Glenn Brown2 years ago in Fiction
We Never Had Paris
Iggy woke in his seat watching Cordelia adjust the strap on her dress across her shoulder as she looked out the window at the passing countryside, tucking her hips into her seat. “You should have stayed in Ostend or taken the ferry back to London,” she said still staring at the passing farmland.
By Glenn Brown2 years ago in Fiction