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    I. Situations: a play   Scene 1   Me: Where are you?   You: You back?   Me: Miss me?   You: Terribly.     Scene 2   Me ( drunk ): Where are you now?   You ( back from Buffalo ): Miss me?   Me ( back from nowhere ): Is it a question                                          when you already       know the answer?        ( seconds  later ):  You gave me         no other choice.                                 [message not sent]     II. Excerpts   Amor de mis  entrañas , viva  muerte , en   vano   espero   tu  palabra  escrita y  pienso  con la  flor  que se  marchita que  si  vivo sin  mí...

  Even the word is  Tasteless. Nothing. No good no bad no in between. Run little sheep run! Jump over the fences and put yourselves to bed. Sleep away cognizance.  Sleep and ignore the horrors that are part of your world. Sleep and forget that you are ok because your skin is pale. Bland. No salt, no seasoning. Walk the line, tiptoe around who you might have been. Don't let anyone see your flavor. Spice will bar you from that busy business place. Your hair or teeth or skin or dress: It must be bland. Do not offend Do not presume Do not opine. Just stay in your lane They'll guide you home They'll take away pain They'll leave you alone They'll rescind your name They'll make you a drone They'll make you insane. (But it's ok because they'll pay for your pills) Your heart is sand And your words are bland Really you're not really you anymore Mama, they took them away.

 

 

 

come here come, hear come closer to me and lend me your ear for I have things that I must tell you things only for those that I hold most dear things that I will tell you that you may tell once more things that you now know things that you knew, before but, all of these things and the feelings they bring will bring you to Truth  and a Life without fear

Let me hold you within my heart There is a you-shaped space there, safe and nurturing Where you can rest and fall apart if you need to You are tired and sad, and things are weighing heavy on you I can see it in your face, feel it vibrating off of you, hear it in your voice Life is difficult, I know Life is brutal, and it fucks us all up  Life gives us the worst things we can possibly imagine not being able to handle But also Life is so full of promise and hope Life is bursting with love and beauty Life gives us each other And that is a miracle beyond all else I know I will never succumb to the worst of life simply because I also have the best of life to rely on and seek comfort in I have you

  Come here fella Let me love you, Your emotional needs, We are strong allies No women, just us Snuggle up close, buddy  Let me be your friend We are sensitive men Tell me your heart Your deepest desires  I promise to protect, With a hug, I support you

 

 

Louisiana Words: On Air - Episode 1 - Madison Elizabeth Holland

  Louisiana Words Family, check our new bi-weekly radio show! The show is hosted by creator, Louis Toliver Jr., and Amber J. Lucik! The show premieres today at 3pm and will air every other Wednesday on KRVS! On Louisiana Words: On-Air , we cover Louisiana Words content: readings, interviews, & news! Check us out! Our first show features Louisiana Words writer, Madison Elizabeth Holland! The next show airs March 2nd! Stay tuned!

 

We used to feed the trees Now we do everything  to kill the butterflies and the bees With no butterflies, bees, and trees You'll find no salvation No matter how long on your knees Unless less you are there Planting seeds and pulling weeds Because ignorance of life Is the death of all needs

I am who I was born to be. My voice is not a separate part of me. My beauty is not in contrast to my voice. You cannot narrow me down. I'm a lot. You can take small bites, but you're gonna take all of me exactly as I am.

 

 

 

  Not the blade that cleaves, but the crowbar that pries open blacktop & summer blouses as though haunted. Not a marathon of grey, but a drive-by toward blue sky blossoming and buckling umbrellas like Miss Irma’s magnolias. Not a baptism—droplets blessing crow’s feet, lace fronts, or cheeks— but the  O God  of drowning mid-air.    

  Come pretty puppy Prance out into the light So  we can see your coat, your ears, Your teeth, your tail. Stand up straight pretty puppy Lift your rear pretty puppy Speak  pretty puppy But not too loudly   Leap the hoops pretty puppy Run  down the path That every other pretty puppy runs So  you  a re just as prett y J ust as lively J ust as fun J ust as fashionable But not too different   Bleach your fur So  it’s all one color Trim your nails So  they’re not too sharp Quell the not-so pretty puppy parts That we don’t want to see That we can’t bear to see So  we can pretend they don’t exist   After all, everybody wants to be a pretty puppy Don’t they?