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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Ash Wednesday (Brian Falcon - New Orleans, LA)

It’s forgettable- the number of times I was called a “fucking faggot” as a kid. As a former child of god, I wasn’t expected to know what those words meant. I was taught that repentance was vital to achieving everlasting life. My momma made me go to church every Sunday. I said my prayers as I was told. But I eventually learned that Catholicism was never my sanctuary. Christianity was never my safe-haven. God never stopped the cheap shots. He never once prevented the harassment or pure embarrassment that I felt from the words of my “kin in Christ.” Now, picture me- a helpless faggot, blinded by the incandescent lights of an old catholic church. I was home from college spending Spring Break in my former hellscape. So, naturally, my momma yet again made me go to church. This time, on a Wednesday. It was Ash Wednesday. When I was among the folks from home, I felt out of place. So much that I’d imagine camouflaging myself. Like saber-tooth in hiding. But the difference? I had a far mo...

Louisiana Words Remembers Jorge Arturo

There’s nothing that hurts more than when we lose someone from our Louisiana Words family. But, the beauty of our writing movement is that the words of our loved ones live on with us. On June 20th, 2023, Louisiana Words Allstar, Jorge Arturo, moved on from this world leaving our hearts broken. He was a charismatic and talented human being. Jorge resided in New Orleans, LA and had been active on Louisiana Words for over a year. To honor Jorge’s life and work, we will be sharing his writing and live performances all Summer 2023. Please help keep his spirit alive by sharing his work. We know that Jorge’s words will connect with our readers and we hope to keep his spirit alive. Jorge’s first submission: “The Dog Show” debuted on February 6th, 2022 and is his most successful piece to date. In 2022, Jorge spent 10 weeks in the top with “The Dog Show,” “Weavers,” “They Say Love Kills, This Time It Really Did,” and “If Hell is Real, It Looks Like an Airport.” His la...

Nobody Said There'd Be a Day Like This (Sam Ray - New Orleans, LA)

I know how this should be: I've seen it, you see, In soap operas, Movies. Your eyes are closed, As if in sleep. Perfect peachy skin Atop a snow white pillow Under flawlessly matched sheets. The heart monitor, Quiet bleeps. The ventilator, A steady hiss. None of that is this. Your eyes Stuck open Seeing without sight Yellow sclera Dumb tears streaming. Tubes, taped to your face Delicate skin torn Where nurses Repositioned them To feed you To heal you You never liked being told What to do. Your whole torso spasms Spastic, Every 40 seconds. A machine Forces your lungs to act. Your hands are warm From hemodialysis But don't respond When we each grab one Give it a kiss. We spend the day Brushing your hair Telling stories Singing songs. Praying prayers. You're not there. Hospital staff Are more lovely If less pretty Than on TV. When the time comes They gently walk us From the room Close the curtai...

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