Out of his Shell
Out of His Shell by Brandon Adamson Just recently, I’ve come to the realization that I must have missed out entirely on the whole “being a man” thing. you know, just skipped right over it. I think I went straight from boy to “shell of a man.” From my 2008 book, SideQuests
Looking Beyond Redemption
Beyond Redemption by Brandon Adamson “The Longest Road is the Road to Redemption”, read the caption of a car advertisement that caught my eye as I was flipping through the pages of an airline magazine while flying high at one of the low points in my life. It really runs true. Often times the road […]
The Boy and the Painting of a Treehouse
The Boy and the Painting of a Treehouse by Brandon Adamson This is the true story of a boy that dreamed up a boy(his imaginary self) who often stared at the painting of a treehouse, a painting of a treehouse, that if only he could have(the treehouse), he would never come out. And all of […]
Amidst a Misogynist
Amidst a Misogynist Brandon Adamson In the thick of the mix of the blitz of awe and beauty of beauties, we have it would seem a misogynist amidst. Every red blooded man has one, somewhere, perhaps within reason and his ability to do so… a sense of hopelessness tendency toward bitterness over the missed and […]
Acceptance is the Cure
Acceptance is the Cure I just want someone to accept me for who I am- “But you don’t even accept yourself for who you are!” I accept myself for being someone who can’t accept who they are. So I guess I’m looking for an exception, someone who accepts me for being someone who accepts themselves […]
cockpit of despair
Flight From The Senses by Brandon Adamson Putting on the invisible disguise in an effort to evade untimely demise it’s off to navigate the maze of the skies without a wingman, minus a stewardess, and the crash lessons of the last as the only guide, such is the flight experience on the airline of the […]
a poem for the ages
Out of Me oh, what will it takes not to make the leap from patience to a patient. when one can’t catch a break can’t buy a bucket, my luck at the slots of a lot in life is worse than the licentious howlers that suck it -Brandon Adamson
poem of the week
From my book, SideQuests Carefully Chosen Words Feel free about your feelings to ramble to your heart’s content if it is even possible or even seems a cause worthy who knows if that vessel is still sea worthy to reach such a destination. (I should hope not!) but for me when it comes to you […]