At fifteen, I found myself intricately studying the architecture of hamburgers and following the instructions of my uncle regarding the assembly and appearance of such culinary delicacies. Uncle Ron was my mother’s older brother and they were just like peas and carrots, as Forest would say. He knew the food business as he had established … Continue reading
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Another Side – Pt. 2
This is an old story that I wrote approximately 200 years ago, otherwise known as the 1990s, for a creative writing class that I was taking for credit hours in English lit. Professor I Don’t Remember His Name said that this story “did not bother him that much” but that I leaned much too heavily … Continue reading
Another Side
1736 Lamont Street. I knew this was the place when I first saw it. A stately Victorian tucked away in a quiet, tree-lined neighborhood. The house looked majestic sitting there bordered by lovely rows of azaleas across the front, their pink, frilly blooms jutting out over the slender, almost lime green leaves. Sure, it needed … Continue reading
Quietus
In the tic tock moments of time distance drips from an IV as we realize the quality of permanence desperate attempts we all claw at wholeness denied by age decided by destiny rambling on until the grand finale Continue reading
Leaving Witt, Part 2
In case you need to read the previous: https://broussardlana.wordpress.com/2017/06/05/leaving-witt-2/ “So long, Eliza, see you tomorrow at school.” At school the next day, Joey stuffed a piece of paper in my hand. It was an application for the Miss Rutherford County Contest. “What do you think you’re doing?” I asked him. “I’m helping you get … Continue reading
Piloting the Pitfalls
How will you do it…. save all these young disciples with three-word vocabularies voices forever impaired? They strike at trees that scratch back with brittle branches. Should they spend their time deciphering the scrawl of dead poets, plotting the elevation and depression of angles? Really, would you rather they compute instead of sketching circles in … Continue reading
Dreamscape Traveller
Where is God? inching into infinity you seek the Master of the Stars as I carry my grandmother’s ring through the centuries filtering through the boundaries of humanity A stolen locket, a childhood song love’s tragic journeys immortalized in magenta pain paint scaling the towering trees above the back porch sits a doll with lavender … Continue reading
Lost in the Forest
For an unknown reason, her mother stopped the wagon in the middle of the woods, “Lila,” she said, “You go on and get out right here.” The baby was crying. Lila raised her head and looked at her mother. She was five-years-old. “I want you to get out here and wait on your brothers, they … Continue reading
Valley of the Kings
In the valley of the kings hear plainly the ghost sighs of slaves toiling muscles, strenuous and gleaming in the scalding sun pounding upon limestone hoisting the stones skyward closer to the Gods Below the surface cavernous labyrinths open their arms to eternal secrets of kings and queens and conniving lovers skeletons of serpents Clothed … Continue reading
Science Lessons
Can you tell me the origin of the moon? Particles of the universe colliding when Time lifted his heavy hand and blotted out the sun. Silly moon to stand between the sentencing of corona ions stilling shadows of the earth wringing hands of space debris Bring me your light years sing to me the moon’s … Continue reading