Summer Rose (Alex Berrio-Lafayette, LA)

Praise to the very energy, whether from on high or churned by the hands of fate themselves, that brought the elements together for perfection. Compassion and tenderness resided betwixt mother's hands, the atmosphere filled with red fervor as the first stem engulfed herself into warm air. There she sat, as wind and word and trust were thrown into her fragility. There she stood, against mayhem with thorns and lust of life. She glows the brightest glow for me. She shines through to begin my perception of feeling, slowly leafing through my cascading cabinets to find fact. She is my adorned summer Rose. Explorers and cartographers of glorious knowledge would find it impossible to find a place with more love than my heart for my red summer rose. Let her be exalted forever blessed with beauty and bliss. Let my arms guard her from darkness and let my voice guide her heart. Let her beacon forever flood out hearts with joyous laughter. Let my summer rose wilt before me as we decay intertwined. Let the soft beauty seep into my sinful soul and cleanse it of the wretched. Let never her thorns intimidate you, for the groves are memorized. Hue, softness, brightness, kind words, lip of fantasy will never be forgot.

My summer rose will forever be.

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Lunatic (Lily Lechler - New Orleans, LA)

“Lunacy” comes from the moon, Who cycles through brilliance and darkness Bipolarity’s patterns are not so easily assumed Opposites not so well harnessed Who cycles through brilliance and darkness? The girl who sits in bed, wrestling with Opposites. Not so well harnessed As she thought, her brain gives reason the slip The girl who sits in bed, wrestling with Her body, depressed, her thoughts manic. As she thought, her brain gave reason the slip And gives the gift of life in a dreamlike panic. Her body depressed her thoughts. Manic Lunacy comes from the moon And gives the gift of life in a dreamlike panic Bipolarity’s patterns are not so easily assumed

Louisiana Words Remembers Jorge Arturo

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...

The Harvest (Nick Perere - Baton Rouge, LA)

When I was in college a barely adult youth, strange men a circular ellipse around me placed their heavy hands on my temple and prayed in twisted tongues like at the Tower of Babel Casting out the Demon of Homosexuality. I like to think on that day, the Demon was free’d. And he formed this gayer than gay version of me. Maybe he escaped the Bible Belt and found himself in New York or San Francisco. Free from being Oppressed. Repressed. Dogmatized. Free from the thoughts of self harm. Free from trying so hard to be someone they’re not meant to be. While I mourn for my youth, it started over when I escaped the spiritual enclave the cult. Doesn’t make me an atheist. Because that in itself is a religion. But I no longer converse with the Creator. Or walk in the Holy Spirit. I have embraced my demons And that brings me peace. God loves all of His children except you.

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