Practice Has No Sequel

“Practice Has No Sequel, describes so well the delicious perplexing unspeakable inner life— my life/everyone's life—we didn't know we were living until we read it here! Laynie Browne plunges her reader into your inside mind—which is everywhere in the world and simultaneously uncharted. In elegant sentences full of stuttering music and sumptuous imagery (similar to her visual collages), Browne patiently feels her way in the dark as she works through shattering pain to the particular sort of healing only art provides. 'If personhood — like every prophetess burning — reconstitutes — antiseptic like crying — go inside that prism — of inner quiet. Hear steps above your head — and nowhere — begin. Again. We are all going — like regions of roses — sonatas come apart — mended by countless hands.'”—Norman Fischer

"It is through this collection alone that Browne may have emerged as one of my favourite contemporary poets, and I felt an immediate kinship to what she is doing here. Browne offers a lyric of hesitation and ongoingness, flow and a sequential, perpetual and singular present, one that utilizes a concreteness of thought, presenting an abstract constructed out of the building blocks of language and experience."—Rob Mclennan, Periodicities