It rains in Laos, where a weeping willow erupts from the lemongrass fields. History is written on every inch of tanned bark, every ring of age, every knot in her winding branches. Though her leaves are green and ripe, scars from the last winter crisscross over slippery veins. Children sit on her lap on dry days, drowning amongst the tangled roots and taking shade beneath a curtain of silk hair. They read schoolbooks at her base; sharing first kisses and gossip and they gaze up at her peak breaking the sky, wondering how something so tall could spring from barren earth.
The downpour severs and clouds are blow by the breath of Buddha. And Lieu, hair in her eyes and head bowed and feet buried in the soil of Laos, lifts her branches toward the sun.
Author Bio:
Michelle Iannantuono is a chemist by trade and a writer by birth. She resides in beautiful Charleston, South Carolina. As part of her liberal arts education at the College of Charleston, she studied writing under bestselling novelist Bret Lott and nationally recognized playwright/poet Franklin Ashley. Currently "prepublished," she documents her writing progress and philosophy on her blog, Aether House. Her primary reason for writing is to invoke sublime images and emotions solely with the imagination.
The downpour severs and clouds are blow by the breath of Buddha. And Lieu, hair in her eyes and head bowed and feet buried in the soil of Laos, lifts her branches toward the sun.
Author Bio:
Michelle Iannantuono is a chemist by trade and a writer by birth. She resides in beautiful Charleston, South Carolina. As part of her liberal arts education at the College of Charleston, she studied writing under bestselling novelist Bret Lott and nationally recognized playwright/poet Franklin Ashley. Currently "prepublished," she documents her writing progress and philosophy on her blog, Aether House. Her primary reason for writing is to invoke sublime images and emotions solely with the imagination.
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