Louisiana Words Live: Allstars

Louisiana Words Live: Allstars will be featuring Ted A. Richard alongside some of the most active writers from Louisiana Words (louisianawords.com) and hosted by the creator, Louis Toliver Jr.

This isn’t the first time that Ted and Louis have partnered together, establishing Louisiana Words Live in Lafayette in 2013 and the Acadiana P.R.I.D.E. Festival in 2014. Ted will be sharing passages from his new book, The 16th Second, coming out tentatively June 2022. Ted ‘s book deals with the idea of fame and what makes one famous. The captivating, relatable memoir captures overcoming LGBTQIA issues as the backdrop to most of the story.

Louisiana Words is a blog that was created at the end of 2012, featuring only writers who were born or have resided in Louisiana for any period of time. Each writer represents their geographic location. Ted represents Church Point contributing over 20 creative works to the Louisiana Words catalogue over its 8 years. Louisiana Words is in transition to become a nonprofit in 2022 producing a publication of writers and artists called Mots de Louisiane.

Louisiana Words Live: Allstars will be held at Beausoleil Books in Lafayette, LA at 3:00 pm on Saturday, November 20^th, 2021. There will be a lottery open mic during two show breaks. Seating is limited.

Comments

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 ...

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

Search This Blog