Jake BrannanBy Jacob W. BrannanBedtime feels like a word meant for a child. It just comes off as childish. Nothing cements a kid more in the reality of their youth and…Jul 25Jul 25
Jake Brannan“The Dresser” — by Jacob W.Red and blue lights flash on and off through the blinds of a first-floor apartment’s living room windows. They catch the badges of the…Jul 25Jul 25
Jake BrannanA Brief Encounter with BlissThe other day I found myself in the middle of doing a grocery pick walk for an online order, I’m standing with my cart by the aisle of…Jul 24Jul 24
Jake Brannan“The Exorcism of Emily Rose and Me”(This was written on a Sunday, August 6, 2023. Morning.)May 22May 22
Jake Brannan“The Dream with the Dancing Bird People”Early to bed, early to rise, my father always told my sister and I. It was just after nine and my head fell back onto my pillow. I was…May 182May 182
Jake Brannan“Ode to the Greenland Shark”*Technically, this isn’t an ode, which is supposed to be a lyrical poem of sorts, which this is not. However, I like the sound of the word…May 17May 17
Jake Brannan“I Can’t See Them, But I Know That They’re Here”Why, you ask. Why did I do it?May 17May 17
Jake Brannan“My Body is a Sand Castle”The alarm sounds at six and I awake but I still must be asleep because I can’t move. On my back and my face is up, the comforter comes up…May 17May 17
