Smother me in Greenpeace sleep your autumn kisses returning soon delving into Indian Summer as the Monarchs return golden orange treasures take flight as the…
Smother me in Greenpeace sleep your autumn kisses returning soon delving into Indian Summer as the Monarchs return golden orange treasures take flight as the…
They promised us a cold front in the middle of August they promised us a cold front just in time to save us. We had…
There was a time when evening lay easily upon the thread of time. When she and I would sit high atop castle walls surveying the…
I wake late in the nucleus of summer purple coneflowers with coppery spikes gleaming swaying in a solstice dance I have climbed through the brambles…
I escaped with tiny, shimmering coins stuffed in my pockets finally running free with you and Mad Desire. I was only one step ahead of…
The freezing fog does not come in on little cat feet, rather, it comes in on the razor’s edge of a hungry coyote’s tooth and…
In the City
Published by broussardlana on July 28, 2016In the city that faith built life kneels in bent supplication then sometimes it crawls along dim alleys and treacherous roads where the disenfranchised gather…