Category Archives: Melanie Browne

by Melanie Browne slowly dying here in the suburbs, my heart beats a little slower every day, no sky to look at, only people trimming the hedges, or walking dogs on designer leashes, I am surely rotting here in the … Continue reading →

by Melanie Browne I’ve only been around about 41 years, I was born too late to see Woodstock, or even Altamont and I’m still really bummed about it, I was around when Tammy Faye’s mascara began to run, I didn’t … Continue reading →

by Melanie Browne this line is empty, a whispering skeleton, I lean in closer trying to make sense of the senseless but clearly it’s a madman, wearing only one shoe, when he falls asleep he’s chased by Cerberus, I think … Continue reading →

by Melanie Browne She was the prettiest girl he had ever seen, her family sold piñatas from the back of a truck, he could see her that day as he pulled his car over to the shoulder of the busy … Continue reading →