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…
Tag: reflection
I would like to wish everyone in Blog Land a very wonderful holiday season and a Happy New Year! Thank you all so much for…
Part one of this story can be found here: https://broussardlana.wordpress.com/2017/10/22/at-the-shopette-pt-1/ “What’s your name?” asked the dark cop. “Greg….Greg Taylor,” I said. “So Greg, you…
Venerable church desolate in desertion meadow-sheltered the fields spanning out in geometric patterns fringing the borders of crops and headdresses of dandelions. Inside, the sunlight…
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…
Deep within a coven of trees you can find purple passion inside those wild plums the sweet meats of isolation and chaos Far away from…
The crows would gather in winter in the field across from her house as I pressed my nose to the chill of the glass door…
In the picture they are sharing the world between the two of them she is holding it in her outstretched arms they stare at the…