Hello Friends,
Here’s a recent piece for your enjoyment. As far as color goes, this is a bit of a departure from other works in this series. Still, there’s something that calls to me. I hope you hear it too.
Love,
Brandon
A Recent Abstraction: #8
Tag: Poetry
A Recent Abstraction: #7 by Brandon White
Hello Friends,
Here’s another piece from my new Recent Abstraction series. I hope you enjoy it.
-Brandon
New Poem and Recent Abstraction: #5 by Brandon White
The Borders:
In the grand scheme
you were
momentary
and now
I keep you
like a proper poet
at the borders
of the mind,
in flashes
of cold
memory
-Brandon White
A Recent Abstraction: #3 by Brandon White
Hello Friends,
Here is the third piece of my new series of digital works. I love the feeling I get from this piece, but I can’t quite put my finger on why. Perhaps that’s the reason?
The words are flowing again, and I’ll be sharing a new poem or 2 in the coming days. Plenty of progress is being made on my third book.
There’s a light ahead, friends. There’s so much beauty, creativity, and love just around that next corner. I can feel it.
I hope you’re all healthy and happy.
Big Love,
Brandon
A Recent Abstraction: #2 by Brandon White
Hello Friends,
Here is the second piece in my new Recent Abstractions series of digital art.
I hope you enjoy.
-Brandon
New Digital Art – A Recent Abstraction: #1 by Brandon White
I’ll be sharing a new series of abstract digital works that have been helpful and healing. I hope that some of you might appreciate them.
All My Love,
Brandon
At the End of the Day – A Poem by Brandon White
At the End of the Day
It might be a heart attack
in the liquor store parking lot
because it feels like more
than anxiety this time
I downloaded an app
to test my heart rate
and it tells me
I'm in the green
What does it say about me
that I would allow my phone
to determine the seriousness
of this or any situation?
My job requires me
to face the world
so I chew little white footballs
to avoid coming apart
I don't write about
what I do for money,
because it has nothing
to do with anything
other than my heart
-Brandon White
The Hurt – A Poem by Brandon White
The Hurt
If anyone asks,
It was cold turkey
I exorcised my pain,
spoke the words,
sent it into the world
and out of me
I haven't touched
the stuff since
I wanted to quit
hot turkey
but apparently
that's not a thing
The world is coming
into focus now
Color stops me
in my tracks
Steady rain
is overwhelming
I don't remember
how to do this,
how to get out
of the way
It all feels new
and terrifying
My inner critic
is louder than ever
I'm just trying to find
my footing again,
to get steady,
to remember
a version of myself
before the hurt
-Brandon White
Real Big American Zen – 1 Month
Hello Friends,
It’s been a month since the release of Real Big American Zen, and I’ve done a terrible job of staying in touch as life and work have conspired to keep us apart.
The truth is my indecision in how to best spread the word about the book has left me at a stand-still, and some life changes have taken the rest of my mental energy. Whatever I have left at the end of the day belongs to these two future leaders of the world, and that’s non-negotiable.
I’ve managed to jot down a few new pieces in the last couple of weeks, and the third collection continues to progress. I’m hopeful that life will soon slow down enough that my spirit can catch up with the rest of me, and the path forward will reveal itself.
I miss hearing from you. I hope wherever you are; you’re happy, healthy, and hopeful.
If you’ve finished the new collection, please consider leaving an Amazon or Goodreads review (or both if feeling generous) as it’s a big help.
Love,
Brandon
Reassurance – A Poem by Brandon White
Reassurance
Oh this,
the blessing
of little bodies
that beg to be held
of little hands
that reach
in the night
for reassurance
Oh this,
our legs
entwined beneath
blankets and stress
our heads
resting
on opposite ends
of the couch
Oh this,
the twitching of toes
says I'm needed,
and you don't know
how dark it gets
in this living room
when you go to bed early
and it's just me
and that little voice
that turns every
shadow into a
noose
-Brandon White
