Potential Titles: Mahogany L. Browne

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Moving against the tide of a world - Mahogany L. Browne "Country of Water"

In this skin I've reclaimed - Mahogany L. Browne "Country of Water"

Trap of this country's tourniquet - Mahogany L. Browne "Country of Water"

The sweet solace is a river bed - Mahogany L. Browne "Country of Water"

Small fish and forgotten glass - Mahogany L. Browne "Country of Water"

Two miles walked over a bridge - Mahogany L. Browne "Country of Water"

I bleed and the sand grieves - Mahogany L. Browne "Country of Water"

Even after the fertile soil turned over - Mahogany L. Browne "Ego-Tripp(ed)"

A grey overcast of noise - Mahogany L. Browne "Goodnight, Moon"

Until the key kisses the lock - Mahogany L. Browne "Goodnight, Moon"

How most hearts sing a murmur - Mahogany L. Browne "Goodnight, Moon"

Running from the freedom of my own blood - Mahogany L. Browne "Goodnight, Moon"

Forced to look outside their own heartbreak - Mahogany L. Browne "I Remember Death by its Proximity to What I Love"

A parade of elephant eulogies - Mahogany L. Browne "I Remember Death by its Proximity to What I Love"

A romp of otter-uttered blessings - Mahogany L. Browne "I Remember Death by its Proximity to What I Love"

As an ambush of tigers scowl - Mahogany L. Browne "I Remember Death by its Proximity to What I Love"

A system of impossible fractions - Mahogany L. Browne "I Remember Death by its Proximity to What I Love"

Shape the aftermath of a mudslide - Mahogany L. Browne "I Remember Death by its Proximity to What I Love"

When you trust a house of poachers - Mahogany L. Browne "I Remember Death by its Proximity to What I Love"

A shallow breathe of scaly skin - Mahogany L. Browne "If Love is For the Fishes"

The shrimp's crooked smile - Mahogany L. Browne "If Love is For the Fishes"

Only see a garden growing upwards - Mahogany L. Browne "If Love is For the Fishes"

The dust of my night screams - Mahogany L. Browne "If Love is For the Fishes"

A note of ash & inquiry - Mahogany L. Browne "litany"

Angels of a creative god - Mahogany L. Browne "litany"

When I curse the rising sun - Mahogany L. Browne "litany"

How to flee from such a flamboyant backdraft - Mahogany L. Browne "litany"

Beauty can kill more beautiful things - Mahogany L. Browne "My face is an iteration, but the song in my belly is ancestral"

Stared at a hungrier death - Mahogany L. Browne "My face is an iteration, but the song in my belly is ancestral"

A math problem divided by no living answer - Mahogany L. Browne "My face is an iteration, but the song in my belly is ancestral"

Signaling the shark's breakfast - Mahogany L. Browne "My face is an iteration, but the song in my belly is ancestral"

To free the deadly hope from your gut - Mahogany L. Browne "My face is an iteration, but the song in my belly is ancestral"

Months of steel rust blisters - Mahogany L. Browne "My face is an iteration, but the song in my belly is ancestral"

The thirst of an almost anything - Mahogany L. Browne "The 19th Amendment & My Mama"

Of a world breaking its own heart - Mahogany L. Browne "The 19th Amendment & My Mama"

The train smells like yesterday - Mahogany L. Browne "The 19th Amendment & My Mama"

A bullet hold in the pay phone - Mahogany L. Browne "On St. John's and Franklin Avenue"

Megaphone symphony all slurred and entitled - Mahogany L. Browne "On St. John's and Franklin Avenue"

Create the prospect of a sunrise - Mahogany L. Browne "Redbone Dances"

No more patience for the obstruction - Mahogany L. Browne "When Fannie Lou Hamer Said"

Butter beans, potatoes & cotton seeds - Mahogany L. Browne "When Fannie Lou Hamer Said"


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