by bryan prosser
Hello and Welcome.
I’m Bryan Prosser, Host and Senior Writer at Foggy Notions.
Here I explore things that both fascinate and trouble me. Hunting for words to describe what I think I see and vaguely understand, within a shrouded world of wonder and tragic mystery.
It’s an effort to keep and kindle my own hope, and maybe yours, in this disenchanted age.
It’s also a place for me to be playful, poking fun at myself and others who are in danger of laughing too little.
Thank you to all the storytellers, poets and singers. Your performance art moves us in ways that the daily staccato of dull public language can’t. Tolkien’s lush tales. Amanda Gorman’s poetic honey. U2’s hymns to something grander. The daily news kills the spirit, yet art carries us to heaven where
The entry point for any person to become a writer is unique to every person. Some enter in their youth. Their stories splash on white pages like the work of an amateur watercolorist. Others later in life, compelled by a haunting urge, sitting alone with what seems like an arthritic
It’s a slogan that helps me keep moving forward in the midst of countless setbacks. Whatever good we create is always at risk. It’s not hard to see this. History is loaded with one catastrophe after another. At the same time, it’s filled with some of the most glorious acts
Inspired by A.A. Milne Written by Bryan Prosser Pooh stood stoutly before a Great Oak Tree and read a simple sign that said, “Time To Fall Back!” So he did. And he laid there for an Entire Winter, it seemed. And it was. He snored, and he dreamed, and he