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Brynna Standen
Brynna Standen
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I’ve Met A Boy Who Likes to Write Me Letters…

The house didn’t just crumble No There was a full blown implosion…again And it left her burned and in bits Gasping for air and clawing toward the surface Searching for just a flicker of light between the debris…. Again And…

What’s My Age Again? Oh, Yeah. 25: Welcome to the Real World

My name is Brynna, I am 25, and I live at home with my parents. Did that feel like the introduction to a group meeting? I suppose it kind of should seeing as so many of us are in the…

The Secret to Success in a Creative Career (psst… It’s conviction)

It was the first day that it was warm enough to leave the apartment with my legs and shoulders bare. And my, I do love to have my legs and shoulders bare… So I took advantage. I walked between avenues…

Whispers of Love and Longing from Africa

One glass of afternoon wine had gone right to my head, leaving my brain feeling like it was soaking in a thick, warm goo. My cheeks were pink and feverish and my lips, tinted plum, felt as though a bee…

Postcards from the African Plains: A Safari through Ngorongoro Crater

As a little girl, I dreamt of the days I would be an adventurer. I dreamt of them with fervor and conviction. So much so that I wasn’t really dreaming of the days. I was believing in them.   I…

Home is Where Stone Town Records Is

I was standing in the middle of the road wearing a sweaty tank top and a 30 liter backpack with my hand grasped in a stranger’s tight handshake. I had just been left alone in a city I had never…

Bewitched by Stone Town: Mistaken Identity & The Good Kind of Heart Ache

Has something ever made you so terribly happy that your heart began to ache? I don’t mean in the poetic sense of the word. Not a sympathetic adjective. I mean a verifiable, physical throbbing, behind your sternum and slightly to…

Paradise Found in East Zanzibar

In an air conditioned van, we hurdled down the long road that winds from the west of Zanzibar to the southeastern coast. As the journey progressed over an hour and a half, we watched as the raucous city life playing…

Non Sono la Tua Cucciola: A Story of Love & Apathy

A smile at a human in a bar on a night in a city And so began a trillion love stories   And so began ours   With my laugh like music and your eyes on fire You couldn’t wait…

Fate (or whatever you call it) Brought Me To An Orphanage in Mkuranga

It was absurd, really. How fated it was. A friend of mine called it a coincidence, but I know it had to more than that… I walked into a restaurant and as a single human, dining alone, I got sat…