Wearing Blinders?

For eleven days, we have stood by to watch horrific history unfold in front of our eyes. We have watched a foul man that many have labeled as unstable warp and craft his own version of history and make a move to land grab a sovereign country. We have watched as President Zelenskiy whose selfless … Continue reading →

Open Spaces

The line between gray winter and bright-eyed spring dims today adrift in the chill of feathery fair-weather clouds and the short, shrill songs of rain-soaked birds Still the regal blooms peek from underfoot weeds cavorting as wild flowers cows calculate the distance along a fence line You can abandon all in the center of prime … Continue reading →

Happy Holidays to All

I would like to wish everyone in Blog Land a very wonderful holiday season and a Happy New Year!  Thank you all so much for supporting my blog.  Best wishes!     Continue reading →

At the Shopette Pt. 2

Part one of this story can be found here:   https://broussardlana.wordpress.com/2017/10/22/at-the-shopette-pt-1/   “What’s your name?” asked the dark cop. “Greg….Greg Taylor,” I said. “So Greg, you should be in school, why are you here?” “Lunch,” I answered weakly. “So, you like baseball cards, do ya?” asked the dark cop. “Umm, yeah,” I said. “Yeah!” he bellowed. … Continue reading →

At St. John’s One Day

Venerable church desolate in desertion meadow-sheltered the fields spanning out in geometric patterns fringing the borders of crops and headdresses of dandelions. Inside, the sunlight streams casting kaleidoscopic patterns alighting salvation’s path gleaming through yesterday’s songs of choirs passed. Hymnals once opened hearts enveloped in crisp Sunday shirts seeking the beauty of one true light … 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 →

Plum Picking

Deep within a coven of trees you can find purple passion inside those wild plums the sweet meats of isolation and chaos Far away from busy town streets screeching with cars bustling with hustle and the clanking of day noise You celebrate a commune with nature braving brambles clawing at legs and hands purple sweetness … Continue reading →

A Congregation of Crows

The crows would gather in winter in the field across from her house as I pressed my nose to the chill of the glass door fingers ready to create in condensation clouds Outside the crows quite a contrast their gleaming black wings against the white swan snow They’d bicker and flock holding trial and court … Continue reading →

Under the Street Lights – Miracle Challenge

(https://miraclegirlblog.wordpress.com/2016/08/01/miraclechallenge-week-8-dated-2nd-8th-august-2016) Miracle Challenge – Week 8 #4 – Under the Street Lights Under the street lights sometimes lovers say goodbyes and lonely ones look to night skies sometimes the misplaced meet there under that glow seeking redemption far from daylight’s roar. And in those moments beneath scattered light life’s drifters decide if they are lucky … Continue reading →

Planets and Such

In the picture they are sharing the world between the two of them she is holding it in her outstretched arms they stare at the illuminated center like it is precious like it is everything big glowing planet for a moment on unspin they ponder its frailty and place in the backdrop of their existence … Continue reading →