February 9, 2017 Poetry , POETRY / FICTION

Richard Davies



Adam Levon Brown



Whispers of Death



The candle is lit;

And the serendipitous

Moment shone high

Through the mountains


Call it fate

Call it destiny

Call it a journey to

The side of life that few

Have cared to notice


Call it whatever you want,

But never doubt its power over you


All who have felt its chilled embrace

Have seen the visage of a torn down idol



Catching                       Holding


Praying                         Hoping


Living                            Dying















The pursuit of Joy



The crimson stain

of a blood once filled

with power


Has regurgitated onto

the floor of regret


The platelets drip

into the sewer of

identity crises


The platelets drip

into the mouth

of syphilitic vampires


Mountains are moved

daily while Sisyphus

struggles with one rock


At the bottom of the hill

is where all life begins

and ends











Adam Levon Brown

Adam Levon Brown is a published author, poet, amateur photographer, and cat lover. He is owner of Madness Muse Press; a micro-press that publishes dark poetry, and a book reviewer for Five 2 One Magazine. He has been published in dozens of venues, including Burningword Literary Journal and Yellow Chair Review. Adam can be contacted via his website where he offers free poetry resources.

Adam Levon Brown burst through the door of contemporary poetry in early 2015 after being diagnosed with Schizoaffective disorder. He used writing as a tool for catharsis and eventually started submitting his poems to journals and magazines. Now an established poet with dozens of publications, a fiction novella, and two full collections of poetry out, he plans to take the poetry world by storm.

Adam has one chapbook out titled, “These Streets Don’t Cry For Us” which can be found on Amazon. He attends Lane Community College and will soon attend the University of Oregon as an English Major/Creative Writing Minor.


  1. Leslie DeLuca February 10, at 01:30

    Both pieces are brilliantly executed most imflammatory missiles delivered dead centre where it belongs. Highly entertaining and squeezing my chest with a sudden onset of anxiety and somehow through all that I hear your lingering whisper..."don't you know it"! . Bravo Adam!


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