Lorin Drexler is an author whose work unites storytelling, poetry, music, and visual art. His writing transcends traditional boundaries, creating immersive worlds that invite readers to experience stories and ideas in innovative and engaging ways. His writing projects on the current horizon include street diaries, a mixed-media book that gives voice to homeless communities; a science fiction epic, X GENESIS, created in collaboration with anotherworldly writer and music producer ADALYI FENIX, unfolding through novels, audiobooks, and music; and Gen Society, an online gallery where visual art inspires literary works. Across all his writings, Lorin creates stories that connect people and open doors that might otherwise be imperceptible.
Learn more about this upcoming book on homelessness, available soon: https://lorindrexler.com/streetdiaries/
Follow for excerpts on Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/streetdiaries_book/
street diaries © 2022
Edited by Alyiteration Editorial.
Lorin’s work from street diaries has appeared in Prolific Pulse, Abstract Magazine, Eunoia Review, Fjords Review, and Harpy Hybrid Review.
Learn more about this upcoming science fiction epic, available soon: https://lorindrexler.com/adalyifenix/
Follow for excerpts on Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/adalyifenix/
X GENESIS © 2024
Learn more about this art and poetry blog: https://lorindrexler.com/gensociety/
Follow for excerpts on Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/gen_society/
Gen Society © 2017
Re-edit
What began with monthly newsletters and inspiration from his life as a musician/producer evolved into a compilation of writing gathered over several years, along with other miscellaneous components. Embracing an indefinable branch of contemporary poetics and literature, Lorin’s debut manuscript, Re-edit, makes contribution to the evolution of abstract truth, social standard, and spiritual discovery. A chronological in the midst of journey, this collection includes free-form prose, haiku, flash fiction, word art, and experimental verse. All of which afford an epistemology of the primordial being’s dismantlement of hierarchical egotism.
Re-edit © 2015
Edited by Kay Hart Publishing.
Lorin’s work from Re-edit has appeared in tNY Press, LitroNY, Vine Leaves Literary Journal, Apocrypha and Abstractions, Black Elephant, Assisi, Maudlin House, and the Tempe Writing Contest.
Re-edit is now available on Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/re-edit
Poem from Re-edit
Together
Soft whistling rays
Can only be friends from their ancestral source,
Yet they will always remain lovers
As the height of the circle remains malignantly unchanged.
A canyon billowing tears of cluttered, mindful
Tangent black and white photography snippets
Like abstract tendrils ricketing locomotive transfer
And furthering the belly.
There was something strange though, something of her way
That carried a fragrance, a kind of familiarity
Where you feel comfort almost instantaneous
Like a thunderstorm playing tag with the electric winds.
The giving tree knows
Once it is able to give no more…
A thousand statues split into two groups, one to discuss the likes of the other.
And the other, negotiating heaven as a means of enlightenment;
Purposeful and without uncertainty or acknowledgement to the unknown—Otherwise referred—pre/post unmanifest phenomenon.
Once brought together,
They realize
There is no separation,
Only
What has been
Divided
And vastly
Dispersed—
Unwillingly?
Is it too strange to fathom choosing our own path?
Is it too strange to fathom that maybe, just maybe
We have chosen our path, our lives, and we know where we are—
The components we compel mildly sedative and rejoicing.
Is it possible to imagine a world so indefinitely in-definitive we can’t find a reference point on either side, as we stand in-directly centered, looking to our left shoulder;
Then right;
And as we stretch our hands
And touch the stars
We are left with an
Unspoken veil,
Which is the breaking point for most of us—blacklisting as refugees from damnation.
But if harnessed,
With a medium size lasso,
With just the right
Light,
We may stumble upon synergy
In it’s purest
Pre-sence.
Cataclysmic magnets:
Attaching, melting,
Reforming,
Cooling, solidifying,
Breaking apart and
Ultimately returning
To a similar shape, but
A different time,
A different
Regard of sensuality,
But still retaining ability
Of recognition,
And predisposingly juxtapositioning reconciliation
Of our previous attire.
There is something unique
About this
Situation,
This
Time,
This
Place,
This planet, this moment,
You, me,
The universe and the design,
And the way we have moved to the sun
As our
Quiet destination…
Residual, at peace,
Together…
Like two lost children
Evaporating
On a whim.
by LORIN DREXLER