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 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…
West B Street Long ago In a small place And in that small space, hearts beat secure and life melted in cozy comfort Time passed,…
After sunset when evening shadows begin inching toward dark in dusky, amethyst hues the flames of a burning sun diminishing, cosmic splendor is born anew…
Having lost myself between the pages of this book. I dissolve as if sprinkled by invisibility perfume. Into thin air, utopia finds me mellow. I…
There was a time, back in the Days of Yore when poetry was an art and really did sound like music that you wanted to…
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…