ABOUT
THE AUTHOR
37 year old TEXAN. Desert recluse. Lover of vast space with no people to fuck it up, certain tobacco products, single malt scotch, politics, literature, beautiful women and all animals. My best friend is God. Please drive to the window... [June 2003]
AUTHOR'S OTHER TITLES (25) At Church With Amy (Poetry) Visiting Amy's lonesome grave in the desert. [84 words] Beyond The Realm Of Us (Short Stories) A look into the life of a young writer who is left to live with the ghost of his beloved soulmate who died at the hands of a serial killer. [4,530 words] [Literary Fiction] Casa Cantina De Loco (Short Stories) Crazy man, his favorite poet, Rainer Maria Rilke, and a sexy young girl... Marshall struggles with the complexity of gaining a new, less experienced lover or exploring the true reason for his post-div... [4,040 words] Chemo Pastry Party (Short Stories) Miles walks through a dream induced by the drugs of his chemotherapy. [1,096 words] Evolving To Simplicity; Our Lack Of Human Evolution (Essays) A few thoughts on why our species is incapable of achieving peace at this particular time. My belief that it begins with one and with some insight into where I came from, I know that if I can do it, ... [5,571 words] Gone And Forgotten (Poetry) Death can only kill the memory. [115 words] Idee Fixe (Poetry) She's caught in my head. [37 words] I'm Psychotic And So Is My Friend Episode Six (Short Stories) From a collection of 'episodes' following two lifelong friends; one being obsessive compulsive, the other sadistically maniacal. [1,352 words] Kirby & I (Poetry) A late night walk in the desert with my cat, Kirby. [117 words] Kissing My Spanish Woman (Short Stories) The time I kissed a very beautiful, younger girl and found out the value of such a kiss. [1,970 words] Leaving On (Poetry) Words to family and friends prior to departing for a life of solitude. [208 words] Life On The Vine (Poetry) A question of one's place and when or if it will ever change. [117 words] Miles J. Jax, An Early Day In The Life (Short Stories) This section is an early excerpt from my novel. It will hopefully give the reader insight into the calamity of a broken-hearted man with two true loves, Lauren and fishing. [4,566 words] My First Ann Coulter Poem (Poetry) A poem about how I feel when watching and listening to the thoughts and ideas of the Constitutional Attorney and author, Ann Coulter. [162 words] Now (Poetry) A poem asking one to acknowledge and be that which one truly is. [36 words] [Mind] Pueblo (Poetry) Passing through a small West Texas town. [68 words] Send Me (Poetry) A poem asking God for the reason of my life. [128 words] September Dusk (Poetry) Reaction to desert sunset. [122 words] Silence & I (Poetry) Discovery of who's in control in absolute solitude. [20 words] The British Are Crying! The British Are Crying? (Essays) Editorial on the treatment of the 'detainees' at Camp X-Ray, Guantanamo Bay, Cuba. [1,239 words] The Life In You (Poetry) - [90 words] The Only Dream I Have Ever Won (Short Stories) This is actually a part of Chapter 7 of my novel in progress. The main character, Miles, is also the main character in the short story "Without Condition" (which is actually Ch. 2), only this time I ... [2,198 words] Through The Valley (Poetry) A walk through the valley of darkness. [891 words] Waiting For Heather (Poetry) A poem to my lost soulmate. [155 words] Without Condition (Short Stories) A free-spirited man struggles with his quest for true love as his life of drug addiction and strange women ultimately steer him toward his self-constructed destiny. [8,232 words] [Literary Fiction]
Heather Dream 4,836 Branson Storm
After all this time
you finally spoke to me.
I hated your tone of friendship for it
was not genuine,
only necessary, considering.
But the two men with you
were goodhearted and helped me
unload the carcass
in return for the freedom you received –
lost, stranded far away from your elements,
scared, dark and cold.
You were just friends
but too close for my comfort.
Your teasing them made everyone laugh,
but not me,
I was torn,
busy with the carve of my kill,
wishing I had never found you there
dying.
And you never thanked me
for the food or warmth of the fire,
nor the shelter
nor the wine.
So I empathized with Jesus Christ
and awoke into the morning light
feeling my solitude had been raped and scarred.
Outside my cabin the good,
dry air filled my lungs with promise
and the thought of you faded away
into the mountains.
READER'S REVIEWS (5) DISCLAIMER: STORYMANIA DOES NOT PROVIDE AND IS NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR REVIEWS. ALL REVIEWS ARE PROVIDED BY NON-ASSOCIATED VISITORS, REGARDLESS OF THE WAY THEY CALL THEMSELVES.
"I fail in my attempt to do a critique on this work, Branson. Your skills are far to great for me to even attempt to find any flaws within the work, in order to help you alleviate them. A question though. Is this the 4,836th dream you've had of her? The title needn't be explained in the narrative poem, but I question it for lack of nothing better to comment on. "There a free editing service will be available, far more effective than what I've been able to do here. Good luck! " -- The Advisor. (2002-3-22) "Thank you. I'll be waiting..." -- STORM, TEXAS, USA. (2002-4-5) "Well Branson, as promised, the website is now up and running at http://home.earthlink.net/~jerryageorge, and though the critique is free as I promised, I still haven't got all the bugs worked out, and I'm afraid it doesn't yet live up to my expectations and likely won't to yours either, but since I did promise I have delivered at the earliest possible date. Now, the current concept I've set up may or may not be to your liking, if so, then say so, it won't hurt my feelings. In fact telling me what's wrong with it and ways that it can be improved for you to better use it would be a help to us all. Tell me what you'd like to see on a site, that you are not getting as of the present, and I'll see if I can make it happen. But it would be better if I can deliver something that no other site can or currently does. I want to give you, and other writers, a reason for actually wanting to come to my site and stay awhile, rather than going to some other site to find the same thing. In any event, I've kept my promise, the rest is up to you Branson.--The Advisor" -- JA St.George.
"Hi there, Patina Williams, author of Steel Princess here. I see that big ole mean advisor is bugging you to huh! I think we're quite capable of giving each other reviews without having to go to some other website where we are forced to give each other critiques. I say we can do it here of our own will, and our stories will stay up longer. Although we may not get the type of reviews that we want, but who cares right, at least we freeely try right? Anyhow, here's my review of your work Branson. You seem to be somewhat of a rarity on this site since you seem to actually know how to spell. Hee hee hee! :-) I think it's just mean how these 4,836 different Heathers haunt you in your sleep, that is just mean of them." -- Patina Williams.
"This is one of those pieces that needs thinking about. You read it and see some things that you are supposed to take from it, and then you read it again and get some more from it. I like this one. Oh and Pattina if you come back here, I looked for Steel Princess to review and couldn't find it, sorry mate. " -- Sooz, Dalton, Cumbria, England.
"I liked this one, Branson. It's not gory (which if I were writing on the subject, it would probably turn out like) and the poem is crafted masterfully. I don't usually enjoy poems that don't rhyme, something buried deep inside me, I guess, but never the less, this I enjoyed." -- Jack Brown.
"Hey! You have a great TALENT!!! It was beautiful!" -- Chloe Batey.
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