I could tell you about how the stadium lights bounce like clear, elusive diamonds off the green turf or how the whole town gathers at…
Tag: writing
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…
Here, let me hand you these small words let them linger ever so slightly melting into the soil never quite becoming sand castles a testament…
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…
“Summer, it turns me upside down…” Magic – The Cars I love summer! I can’t even begin to tell you how much. I love everything…
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…
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…
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.…
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…