In mid-July the heat reverberates makes the thought of comfort dull my footprints trail the thick blades of St. Augustine grass the smell of Confederate Jasmine heady and heavy Around the porch corner I’ll meet your memory framed by spilling trumpet vines caressing the painful ecstasy of slow loss These summer paths the trajectory of … Continue reading
Pardon me, princess let’s have tea hand me the teacup a tasty dribble of drink together, let’s brew tea dark and potent with a touch of peach and passion fruit bottoms up and a toast perhaps looking beyond the poison stamped upon the bottom of the delicate china vessel Continue reading
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Garvin’s (And They are,2017, etc.) latest novel offers a reflection of one girl’s coming-of-age in small-town Texas in the 1960s. Kirkus Review #HA #A #CON #UF #LF Garvin portrays this history with unflinching honesty, never shying away from depicting the overt racial bigotry of the time and place.…
Part 1 is here: https://broussardlana.wordpress.com/2018/06/10/the-summer-of-the-yellow-jackets/ “See that, kids. The town is behind us. We are gonna rock this year!” Coach Grey exclaimed. “Lookout, Kingland!” said Oliver. “Well, we don’t want to get all crazy, they still got a good team. Don’t ya’ll get lazy and quit batting practice. We will still keep working!” Coach Grey … Continue reading
Part 1: If you go back to the edge of time, you can find it there on the corner of Ivy and 4th streets. You would need to look closely to see, but still, you could. Examining that old chain link fence, you could make out the dents carved from 1973 where the ball struck … Continue reading
Shopping with my mother I’m fifty going on nine in the produce section the green disarray of lettuces flamboyant peppers add some flair as if Matisse had been let loose there. Above our heads the industrial rafters are chirping with excitement two skittering little birds jumping gaily humming their good fortune. Nothing green can stay … Continue reading
My dreams stretch along a certain expanse of highway where space hangs in loops of golden unison where the ghost towns mix with sunflower fields Even this flat land is beautiful now… me the concrete velocity and desertion I could go on forever avoiding the end pushing the limits of where the swirl of the … Continue reading
