Illustrations of Incarnations

By LaBruyere in art on

I know not what I say until it's there Emblazoned and incarnate, soul as ink, As heady as a garden. How I think In pen, perhaps aloud, and words will bear Those thoughts of which I suffer unaware. They weigh upon a heart that's apt to…

My Present Longing

By LaBruyere in contest on

I longed for summer Back in dusty rooms of woodsmoke Reveling in cocoa, briefly, But aching for days I remembered As alive And full of joys in cut grass And watermelon rinds. Summer evenings cooled to sultry theatres For fireflies on a clothesline-curtain stage. And my age Was two and…