Invincible Summer

By LaBruyere in camus on

Always full of love Never without hope this is the very knot at the end of my rope. Never too far gone, Never in the grip of winter for too long. See how summer rips The soul clean out of fear and into scattered beams of sunlight dancing brightly across…

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…