C. Brown
Author of poetry and fiction
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A Beginning and an End
Posted on January 2, 2021 Leave a Comment
It’s the first day of 2021! Is anyone else still stuck in March 2020?? No? Just me, then… While it’s easy to look back on 2020 and think, “Oh my god, this year sucked,” (and let’s face it: this isn’t one we’ll look back on wistfully) it’s really important – for me at least – […]
Ruth Ware’s One by One
Posted on October 20, 2020 Leave a Comment
Let me start by saying that I really enjoy Ruth Ware’s writing. I find she is able to keep me guessing until she decides she wants to let me in on the twist. So when a friend of mine said there was a new Ruth Ware book out, I had to have it. Y’all. I […]
shadow eyes
Posted on August 17, 2017 Leave a Comment
MY SECOND BOOK IS AVAILABLE ON AMAZON!!!! Check it out here : http://amzn.to/2x7ExKu
Book #2?!
Posted on July 29, 2017 Leave a Comment
Yep. Book number 2 is in the works. I’m fine tuning it this week and hope to have it published by mid-August. Thanks, everyone, for the support!
NOTE
Posted on January 22, 2016 Leave a Comment
Sorry for my absence lately! I’ve been working on a book of poetry that I plan to self-publish between now and March. When I’ve finished and published, I’ll post a link here where you can find it. Happy writing!
Crux
Posted on November 24, 2015 Leave a Comment
Ruby red rose petals dripped from her lips. I lapped the honey honesty from her tongue. It tasted like home.
Vacancy
Posted on November 23, 2015 2 Comments
I’d poured everything into nothing, so it was no wonder when I couldn’t recognize my own image in the frost. I shrouded myself in heavy black linen and hoped passersby wouldn’t hear the echo of my hollow breathing. The wind still bit at my fingertips.
Hush, I Might Kiss You
Posted on November 13, 2015 Leave a Comment
Originally posted on C. Brown:
She thought the winter would keep her warm, that the biting and bitching wind would be but hushed kisses on her neck, and the idiosyncratic flakes of frost would be her shroud. Her eyes spattered the bleak panorama with green and gold reflections of autumn nights on tempestuous swells and…
Hobbits are the Worst Heroes on Record
Posted on November 13, 2015 Leave a Comment
Originally posted on C. Brown:
The sexual tension between Samwise Gamgee and Frodo Baggins makes me want to fold up like a partially done origami crane that has been crumpled up and discarded like so much bygone garbage. Stop with the anime eyes of adoration and the Samwise the Brave and the I couldn’t have done…
Bereft
Posted on June 2, 2015 Leave a Comment
I find myself horribly uninspired, wondering if the words that once flowed from my fingers onto paper, like water from a spring into an ocean, have finally deserted me.
