City's Gleamin Eyes (Annette Redmond Walters-Lafayette, LA)

I stride across the visibility of a city’s gleaming eyes. Out here your presence seems so meager and I have to really disconnect to feel it. If I close my eyes I can see the shadow of disappointment and my heart is almost shattered to the point of falling tears. Strong as I may be, I can’t deny the darker side that sends me sliding in between the cracks or wets my soul as I evaporate into a cloud of fire and mist. There are no presumptions here, where I feel safe. No procrastinations to make me think twice. All my fears are pushed behind and all my dreams are high above. All I see here is a gate to a path to something inconceivable. I only whisper at the lock, too numb to remember a code. All the while, pretending there is nothing beyond this safety, until you step in and show me more worth fighting for. Then, somehow, I find the courage to express my thoughts. I can show how every limb trembles in your beauty and every tear is not sadness, but gratefulness of your touch and every part of me wishes never to separate from your trust. When I am crushed, you lessen the weight of the load upon my soul. When I am down, you point to a dream soaring high above. When I am lost for words, you kiss my heart and know my truth. All my laughter is for you, all my treasures I give to you. All my love is you.

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There’s nothing that hurts more than when we lose someone from our Louisiana Words family. But, the beauty of our writing movement is that the words of our loved ones live on with us. On June 20th, 2023, Louisiana Words Allstar, Jorge Arturo, moved on from this world leaving our hearts broken. He was a charismatic and talented human being. Jorge resided in New Orleans, LA and had been active on Louisiana Words for over a year. To honor Jorge’s life and work, we will be sharing his writing and live performances all Summer 2023. Please help keep his spirit alive by sharing his work. We know that Jorge’s words will connect with our readers and we hope to keep his spirit alive. Jorge’s first submission: “The Dog Show” debuted on February 6th, 2022 and is his most successful piece to date. In 2022, Jorge spent 10 weeks in the top with “The Dog Show,” “Weavers,” “They Say Love Kills, This Time It Really Did,” and “If Hell is Real, It Looks Like an Airport.” His la...

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