Branden Navedo

Joined November 2024

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I've mostly written poetry all my life which carries into my other writing. I also love wandering, so if you tell me to get lost I'll gladly oblige. In other words, yes, I respond well to criticisms. Click here for my author website!

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i am invisible!
And I’m invisible Like strands of hair Against clothes of black Indivisible, that fall Against her back, but I can be divided
By Branden Navedoabout a year ago in Poets
She will not read this
I’m sane, I’m sane, I’m sane! My heart can vouch for me! For what gray heart can prove With reasoning, the love That others cannot feel?
By Branden Navedoabout a year ago in Poets
What Not To Feed A Bedsheet
Be careful. Do not feed a bedsheet a lamp; it’ll think the day’s not done. Should you both not have the sun in that barred eye with lock and key,
By Branden Navedoabout a year ago in Poets
I Lost You
I have to keep The windows open The doors open My heart open What if she Climbs inside? But if I kept It closed to her…
By Branden Navedoabout a year ago in Poets
Hungry, Hungry Thing
Would that I grow the tiger’s fur over my skin, skin that believes itself to be fully alive, that believe so fervently, the flesh adopt a
By Branden Navedoabout a year ago in Poets
What Not To Tell A Skeleton
Chapter 11 Stella A greenhouse where the glass was aged graphite; again the words “You are my world.” sung from their surface when I laid my hand upon it. Our sacred earth held together each pane of glass. An earth that grew flowers. That allowed the FlickerSpines to resurrect, the ghosts to rest and sight to ride our curses into the future.
By Branden Navedoabout a year ago in Fiction
A Farm On Fire (2)
(went up in smoke then fell as dust.) And when they were to sleep, they saw straight through their lids, as bugs ate of their lashes
By Branden Navedoabout a year ago in Poets
A Farm On Fire
When I am to fall asleep, I tend to feel alone as when I cannot see your face when we are talking on the phone.
By Branden Navedoabout a year ago in Poets
Panthers Took My Thighs
I am alive, because I can see, but I’m barely moving. The only movement there is: hands that want to feel and eyes that search for eyes with light as real and
By Branden Navedoabout a year ago in Poets
Poet's Need
I threw myself into the winds to see the colors that they’ve borrowed, then realized there’d nothing be if you were naught, but agony and sorrow.
By Branden Navedoabout a year ago in Poets
Excerpt: What Not To Tell A Skeleton
The falling petal is the failing performer. Isabel, whose voice has the flowers bloom, will see her flourishing field turn into a graveyard.
By Branden Navedoabout a year ago in Fiction
A Feast of Beauty
he eats his meatballs, a great delight a sub above burgers and fries and all that's best of meat he bites to meet in his mouth to his tongue's surprise.
By Branden Navedoabout a year ago in Poets

Branden Navedo

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i am invisible!

She will not read this

What Not To Feed A Bedsheet

I Lost You

Hungry, Hungry Thing

What Not To Tell A Skeleton

A Farm On Fire (2)

A Farm On Fire

Panthers Took My Thighs

Poet's Need

Excerpt: What Not To Tell A Skeleton

A Feast of Beauty

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