Lauren : Writing

From the back room

From the back room

A Poem by Lauren


Following years of quiet and intrigue thechild has come to speak she takes up no concern over her diction she only wishes to relieve me She s..
The i am

The i am

A Poem by Lauren


I am queen of the moon and I am king of the Southern boy, spitting watermelon seeds five-and-a-half miles away from my front porch. I am the Great..
Origami melancholy: a villanelle

Origami melancholy: a villanelle

A Poem by Lauren


Yes, my open wounds have felt the vinegar sting No other could touch They say pain is useless; pretend it's a paper crane. My ache was an origami..
The interment of Winter

The interment of Winter

A Poem by Lauren


I see a dead mockingbird under the stairs and it looks like our friendship with its feet pointed to heaven and it eyes looking beyond nothing. The..
Why I don't remember my dreams

Why I don\'t remember my dreams

A Poem by Lauren


When Twilight pinned her misty curtain to the stars my mind broke to shadows and songbirds which paved my walk with eerie perversions and mezmerizin..
Mixed blessing

Mixed blessing

A Poem by Lauren


She remembered when making love was like rolling in a patch of clover, where every inch of her body was pleasurably tickled. She recalled how hi..
15-501

15-501

A Poem by Lauren


When we were together the pines were falling from their peak, stunningly green with brown needles like the shades in your eyes. Laughter, almost i..
Baby blue

Baby blue

A Poem by Lauren


Her eyes were hard opals before the light opened iridescent and reflective of monuments and plains battles and reconciliations Then in her own..
Car ride

Car ride

A Poem by Lauren


A man bared his soul to me, sang a stunning melody in the silent black of night. He asked about my childhood and where my mother was raised, what..
Betty Bear

Betty Bear

A Poem by Lauren


The purveyor of my dreams with eyes like hollow black marbles smiles beneath the battered blankets of my restless midnight. She smells of baby pow..