Writer Review 2024: 1.3 - T.Q. Sims, Reinventing Gender, Love, & the Future of Louisiana Words

T.Q. Sims has been contributing to Louisiana Words since 2022. Residing in New Orleans, T.Q. made their debut at Louisiana Words Live: New Orleans 2 and became a contributor to LouisianaWords.com. Their charisma and talent have made them a popular presence. Pushing us to question gender and love stereotypes, T.Q.’s writing is uniquely imaginative, progressive, and engaging, In 2022, T.Q. lit up LouisianaWords.com by being top writer 7 out of 31 weeks and was honored as an Allstar at the end of 2022.

T.Q.’s writing has many underlining themes: addiction (“I Keep Dong This”), consumerism & afterlife ("Forever Murray”), acceptance/rejection (“The Ritual”), love, life, & nature (“My Favorite Flower” & “to the tree”), & death (“Living Room”). T.Q. is able to present real people and real situations with slight reinvention. With their writing at times feeling dreamy, yet real, it is certain that you will love and be inspired by everything they have to offer.

Because of T.Q.’s dedication and influence to Louisiana Words, he was made featured writer for March 2024 on LouisianaWords.com. They were also featured writer at Louisiana Words Live: The Future is Now. T.Q. most viewed works “I Keep Doing This” & “The Ritual” also sit comfortably in the All-Time Top 100. It's likely that you will find T.Q. trending often on LouisianaWords.com throughout the year. Make sure you get a copy of their new book: Godspeed, Lovers at theloversuniverse.com! Let's please continue to show T.Q. support!

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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 ...

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

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