They say she writes from high atop a glitzy glass tower her frailty seeping through in melancholy ink. A lovelorn poet lost she rifles memory’s pages…
They say she writes from high atop a glitzy glass tower her frailty seeping through in melancholy ink. A lovelorn poet lost she rifles memory’s pages…
Some people may remember the lines of this poem from Ronald Reagan’s speech on the Challenger Disaster. A friend of mine shared it on Facebook,…
So I came in the other day, and my cat had apparently been reading my WordPress site, and he saw the post about the collie,…
Earl and I we were pretty tight that’s when I went on my summer diet I thought it best to get some rest but…. we…
It’s Townie Town where the clowns clown around Undaunted by arrogant mishaps pulling themselves up by their bootstraps A fine group of yes men to…
Strips of colored paper flung from imagination cut on the angle colors of things rolled tightly around like a sheltered daydream laquered with shine reflections…
In A Glass House – Excerpt
Published by broussardlana on March 29, 2015The telephone rang in an uptown office of glass and mirror. The day promised to be a steel, gray one like the buildings it enveloped.…