After the assembly, Eliza and I picked up little pink pamphlets with a typewriter embossed at the top. “Boy, some of the idiots they let…
After the assembly, Eliza and I picked up little pink pamphlets with a typewriter embossed at the top. “Boy, some of the idiots they let…
Be still and count the echoes of the night listen to the darkness entertain tranquility Be still for a moment in the afternoon watch the…
“So long, Eliza, see you tomorrow at school.” At school the next day, Joey stuffed a piece of paper in my hand. It was an…
It was the end of the day and my cousin Joey and I were skating in the concrete drainage ditch on the outskirts of town.…
The stone path connects to places I travel in darkness and cold in humidity and light rain I walk the path I wonder if I…
Like beauty, art is in the eye of the interpreter. These days when many downtown areas in smaller cities are deteriorating, you can find murals,…
Sometimes the best shot can be the unexpected one like on a non-eventful Sunday afternoon. The shot, like the view, can change with one’s perspective.…
This could be any small town tucked away anywhere in the U.S….but it happens to be the small, sandy town where I grew up. Today…
Sad State of Society (or Not)
Published by broussardlana on February 22, 2014This wouldn’t be funny except for the fact that it kinda is….call it societal decay, moral demise, or just downright bizarre. This involved a family…