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…
Category: poetry
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…
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…
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…
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…
Kai examined his spear to make sure it was sharp. He lined up his snorkel mask and fins. “I hope for a nice Mona tonight,”…
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…
I stepped into a cove of time at the edge of a neighborhood where down the street an old lady sang the finale of her…
Viva! The shout escapes as we relearn the language of sea nymphs and tiger sharks entrapped in a world of maroon sunsets and eternity Shipwrecked…