Louisiana Words' Magazine: Mots de Louisiane (Thursdays)

Mots de Louisiane in 2021 will be a bi-annual publication (around first of Summer & first of Winter) featuring Louisiana Words chosen writers. Every year, twice a year, a contest will be held (times & lengths of contests will be announced and varying) to select the top writers & artists to featured in the publication from the website.

Mots de Louisiane is also a extension website of Louisiana Words. MotsdeLouisiane.com showcases our most prominent writers of all-time! We have writers who have written consistently over the seven year history of Louisiana Words! Some writers have contributed 20-100 poems & stories! Many writers & artists are still active contributors.

Mots de Louisiane accepts, promotes, and publishes a biannual anthology of Louisiana Literature supporting, writers who are in or have live in the state of Louisiana.

Our colors are purple and gray.

Purple represents nonpolitical biased. Political motives, endorsements, or donations are prohibited. Gray represents racial indifference. We respect self-expression in regards to one’s awareness or own racial experiences. We do not allow racism in which one repulsively expresses his or her heritage to elevate themselves above another heritage.

We do not showcase research essays, news articles, or nonfiction that is not biographical or a memoir on this platform. We engage no divisiveness, instigate no divisiveness, and reject all divisiveness. Mots de Louisiane appreciates, respects, and acknowledges worldwide support and reflects this through global marketing.

As Louisiana Words is starting from the beginning of the remainder of 2020, Mots de Louisiane will be resetting from Mots de Louisiane Christmas Gumbo 2019 on our website through social media. We will pick up end of fall season with a contest. The end of year list of writings selected will be announced early Winter and moved into publication for the Spring.

*(Check back Sunday September 27th for an update to this page & learn more about the history of this program.)*

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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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