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“A 2020 World Of Cities Enraged & Infected” by Briana Augustus New Orleans BLACK LIVES MATTER Protests During a Pandemic & in the Wake ofContinue Reading
I'm an only child with a restless wild-child soul. My memory often fails me, but the pen and ink remember me. I write both to remember and to forget, to hold on and to let go. Let's take a walk.
“A 2020 World Of Cities Enraged & Infected” by Briana Augustus New Orleans BLACK LIVES MATTER Protests During a Pandemic & in the Wake ofContinue Reading
Surely Risen (Part Two) | An original poem by Briana Augustus To have a layover means you are on a journey. You have a destinationContinue Reading
“The Making of Freedom” | An original poem by Briana Augustus Years of mercy unlimited You, Lord, scooped the dirt That put me in thisContinue Reading
There’s nothing “unquestionable” about it. Guilty Until Proven Guilty: The Gaps in the Iran-Saudi-U.S. Narrative By Briana Augustus September 18, 2019 – 11:30AM CST –Continue Reading
Monday Flood Flashbacks Flash-flooding hits the metro New Orleans area again as hurricane season continues. Written by Briana Augustus (4:22PM – NEW ORLEANS, LA) AContinue Reading
A “Barry” Interesting Situation with “Broad” Parameters Tornados, tropical storms, surges, cyclonic water spouts and hurricanes, OH MY! — A voice from the Broadmoor neighborhoodContinue Reading
Alive in Death© (Part One) | An original poem by Briana Augustus To be deferred, is to be set aside. Like buying a child aContinue Reading
Hold On© | An original poem by Briana Augustus Hold on. Exciting things are happening. The Devil himself can’t zap this sapling. The Lord isContinue Reading