Laura Lynn : Writing

That Night Was Beautiful

That Night Was Beautiful

A Poem by Laura Lynn


I can't write well!!!
Writing with a 4 year old

Writing with a 4 year old

A Poem by Laura Lynn


totally random...verges on possibilities of sense...no unity...very disjunctive and fragmented
Sepal = Ale

Sepal = Ale

A Poem by Laura Lynn


Elizabeth is here again, not dead for she can stand in for my feelings if all of us experience the same feelings. Priscilla is pretty and prim and..
Sentry

Sentry

A Poem by Laura Lynn


SENTRY Tonight again the intolerable screen that still can teach a lesson about a kind of life. We know that people like Swimming. The greatest ..
Punjab and Daddy Warbucks

Punjab and Daddy Warbucks

A Poem by Laura Lynn


...project w/ Little Orphan Annie
The least of these

The least of these

A Story by Laura Lynn


TO SENTENCE Lamb’s wool is nice, Judith thinks. You don’t have to worry too much about the black sheep with that Adamantine grin. The..
Mary walks

Mary walks

A Poem by Laura Lynn


Strenuous Mary walks across the water’s edge with a flower in her hand. Epochs mean a lot to her, and it doesn’t matter what flower..
A lot of bunk

A lot of bunk

A Poem by Laura Lynn


GARAGE Music countless bands jammed to in the Garage. Not every house has them. Unless it is false that we have enough time, there is no need ..
Hugs

Hugs

A Poem by Laura Lynn


HUGS Catch all the birds falling into our hands. Let’s imagine that things are falling from Heaven, and we could catch all the pictures. ..
To Generate, Generation

To Generate, Generation

A Poem by Laura Lynn


To Generate, Generation Walk through the door to a new generation. A generation is too a long time; a door swings a duration. Take me, they say..