5th Fall 2018 Change: Louisiana Words Is Expanding Tremendously through 2018-2019

1. Louisiana Words is now available on Twitter and Instagram with each having its own distinct postings each week. Each platform will at the core post the new weekly "Debuts" and some memorable "Flashbacks." Please help the community and follow us on Twitter and Instagram after reading this post. Twitter & Instagram both will offer "Writer Review." Twitter will also contain "Louisiana Words History" and "Reflections." Instagram will also contain "Words in Pictures" and "Reflections"

2. Louisiana Words: The Series (The Revival) will kick of with the new & much anticipated bi-annual competition, Louisiana Words Allstars in 2019. The Series will pick up monthly after.

3. The First Louisiana Words bi-annual book collection, picked from the entire catalog of contributions, is in the works and will be headlined by the winner or Laureate of the Allstars. The details of the book will be released late in 2019, but we are now preparing the criteria and standards to be published in the book collection.
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4. Louisiana Words will reveal a new logo, podcast, and T-shirt over the course of the Fall!

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Come Hither (Annette Redmond Walters - Lafayette, LA)

I meant it not this way but the tears just flow and my makeup smearing all the more, leaving behind that familiar filthy residue. I may have begun to drive myself away, dragging you down as well. But it's done, I've flipped the switch and now it's dark once more. How painful is the music to my ears, I can't stand to be alone in it, yet here I am again. I pray you fly back and safely and warmly to me, though I fear I've dug the grave too deeply. As the dirt shifts within my soul, I choke on those loving words I'd meant for you. All the fragments of light I see becoming smaller and I wish to be near you in your embrace that might make me feel the warmth I'm missing. And in reality, I doubt I'd breathe another breath without you. So come hither and quickly soothe my dying heart, you are the only cure I know. I cry and cry again, come hither to heal and love me. Come hither and help me dry my tears.

Let That Fucker Burn (John Chenvert - Napoleonville, LA)

Let that fucker burn. Let the fire crackle like the whips once did— like bone meeting leather, like screams swallowed by the trees. Let the white columns crumble to ash. Not as tragedy— but as truth, unearthing itself from beneath generations of silence. Nottoway is not a mansion. It’s a mausoleum. A lie carved in stone to honor the hands that held the whip, not the backs that bore it. They called it the “White Castle.” A place of beauty. A place for weddings, for photo ops, for pretending that horror can be made elegant if the curtains match the guilt. But no paint can cover what happened there. Blood doesn’t wash out with white linens. And pain doesn’t forget just because you renamed it history. I’m not Black. And I won’t pretend to carry that weight. But I also won’t ignore it. My people—the Guanches—were taken too. Our language silenced. Our land stolen. Our names nearly erased. So yes, I know colonization. Yes, I know what it means to be disappeared. But I also know this— my skin ...

Dysfunctional (Taylor Coen - Lafayette, LA)

The flower sits before the tree, it is like an antagonist of nature. The rainbows fall against the clouds: colors burst into a buffet of light. Rain travels down into a puddle of water portraying the sight of an ugly ox. The strength is weak; it collapses to the ground, life flows out like a stream of consciousness. Back to the daisy and the overpowering oak, A lightning bolt strikes both. The war fades over, the mist evaporates, and sunshine gli mmers down upon a hidden valley.

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