Stories by Brennen Bariso

Brennen Bariso,

a starving heart devours itself

Brennen Bariso,

everything always dissolves like sugar in water.

Brennen Bariso,

sometimes i wish i was you, or part of you, / or part of july, or part of an atlas, / or the dusty, fragile pages of a bible.

Brennen Bariso,

In the boat, we crouched / Low, close to the oak and pine / The ship, a cradle

Brennen Bariso,

i was worried you would stain my fingers – but you didn't.

Brennen Bariso,

i’m saying your name in the dark, you’re calling me by your name in the light, i'm whispering my name into the phone, you whisper your name back

Brennen Bariso,

"I've already found a home that actually wants to be my home."

Brennen Bariso,

"Imagine if we gave the sun a name, what would you call her?"

Brennen Bariso,

If I type these words specifically for you and you happen to see them does that mean it's fate?

Brennen Bariso,

If I type these words specifically for you and you happen to see them does that mean it's fate?

Brennen Bariso,

This piece by Brennen Bariso is inspired by the shade cosmic latte.

Brennen Bariso,

"your love like a license plate like letters and numbers i've memorized..."

Brennen Bariso,

We all say things we don't mean

Brennen Bariso,

"I laid in our bed, became one with our bed."