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…
Tag: creative writing
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…
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…
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…
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…
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…
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…
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…
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…
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.…