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Louisiana Words is Back in 2020 to Bring Us Together!


Laissez les bon temp rouler! 

Welcome to Louisiana Words new family & welcome back our seasoned family!  

Louisiana Words is a self-expression outlet for statewide artists for casual, hobby, or community. All Louisianans are accepted! Anyone who lives or has lived in Louisiana may submit (louisianawords@gmail.com). We accept poetry, fiction, short screenplays, short drama, photography, paintings, & musical performances. 

*We do not accept political-motivated art, nor do we endorse politicians or support politics.*

On December 29th, 2012, Louis Toliver Jr. made the first post on Louisiana Words, called "The Louisiana Social Pledge." Two weeks prior, The Sandy Hook Elementary School shooting in Newton, Connecticut had occurred. It was a mass shooting leaving twenty children between 6 -7 years old and six adults dead. In short, "The Louisiana Social Pledge" was a plea for society to choose creativity over violence and to also to communicate to each other better. There has never been such an artistic expression to let out the angst and turmoil of the times with violence and the abuse of social media. Louis learned and understood: the more emotions we let out and don't hold in, the less likely we are to be violent.

From there, Louis began writing and recruiting other writers to express themselves. Louisiana Words contains 7 years of a variety of types of writing and writing styles. Louisiana Words contains 7 years of a variety of authentic feelings and emotions from happiness to sadness, from hope to despair, and from strength to vulnerability. All born from everyone's impact with Louisiana culture. Louisiana Words is a place of Louisiana truths. As of August 30th, 2020, over 100 writers and 1,200 poems and stories have been contributed with creator, Louis Toliver Jr. contributing over 300 them.

On December 29th, 2020, Louisiana Words will turn 8 years old! To celebrate this occasion, Louisiana Words will officially become a nonprofit organization and build our community's reputation in giving Louisiana natives and those inspired a platform for freedom of creative expression!

Please follow upcoming postings for more about Louisiana Words and what it offers weekly (when in season). Also, please watch for postings about our extension website, Mots De Louisiane (MotsdeLouisiane.com), which is also the official publication title for Louisiana Words most prominent writers. Last, there will be postings about Louisiana Words public shows both live and virtual, including a Top 10 city virtual tour.

We are always continuing to evolve and elevate our community!

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