Carolyn Breedlove

Anything I write comes up from roots–in north central Louisiana where my father and I grew up, in the Acadiana prairie where my mother grew up, in Los Angeles where I lived for many years, in Paris where I live very part-time. In whatever way the words grow and bloom, take on a life of their own as they comment on life and the living world, they do so always rooted in the strength and pain of their specific ground.
WORK

Breaking the Back of Summer

Confluence and Divergence

Waiting For The Plumber