TO ORDER ONLINE: Visit the Finishing Line Press website

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Works in The Long Arc of Grief include:

We Meteors

August nights we seek
dark meadows to lie entwined,
light show above us.

Still surprised each time
by the hush of these fireworks
arcing across sky.

Think not of their fire
but ours on this earthy bed
hurtling us through space.

August finds us here
beneath rain of stars, dying
in each other’s arms.

*We Meteors first appeared in The Penmen Review (2015)

Works in Lost in Tall Grass include:

Snake and Toad*

Braided into the scrub brush,
I saw them,
snake and toad,
black garter slender as my beckoning finger,
except for its bulging jaw
stretched madly around half the toad,
head already gone,
belly the blue-white of fern tendrils still curled underground,
motionless except for the ripple of skin
stretched thin across its still-beating heart.

*First appeared in Forge Journal (Fall 2012)

For ten months during the pandemic, Laura co-hosted a virtual poetry series for the Henry Miller Library, bringing together accomplished poets from diverse backgrounds and career stages to read together in dynamic groupings. This anthology followed.

You can read more about the series and amazing contributors here.

And you can buy the book here.

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Laura’s works in the Anthology include:

I Said Yes

She asked me
if I thought she would be dead
this time next week.
I said yes.

I knew this,
but did not know this.

How else could I have answered
as if she had asked whether I thought
it was going to rain?

I said yes, and yes again,
lengthening that moment between us.
One last blunt truth-telling.
One last intimacy.

TO ORDER ONLINE: Visit the Finishing Line Press website

◊ ◊ ◊ ◊ ◊ ◊ ◊ ◊ ◊ ◊ ◊ 

Works in The Long Arc of Grief include:

We Meteors

August nights we seek
dark meadows to lie entwined,
light show above us.

Still surprised each time
by the hush of these fireworks
arcing across sky.

Think not of their fire
but ours on this earthy bed
hurtling us through space.

August finds us here
beneath rain of stars, dying
in each other’s arms.

*We Meteors first appeared in The Penmen Review (2015)

◊ ◊ ◊ ◊ ◊ ◊ ◊ ◊ ◊ ◊ 

Works in Lost in Tall Grass include:

Snake and Toad*

Braided into the scrub brush,
I saw them,
snake and toad,
black garter slender as my beckoning finger,
except for its bulging jaw
stretched madly around half the toad,
head already gone,
belly the blue-white of fern tendrils still curled underground,
motionless except for the ripple of skin
stretched thin across its still-beating heart.

*First appeared in Forge Journal (Fall 2012)

For ten months during the pandemic, Laura co-hosted a virtual poetry series for the Henry Miller Library, bringing together accomplished poets from diverse backgrounds and career stages to read together in dynamic groupings. This anthology followed.

You can read more about the series and amazing contributors here.

And you can buy the book here.

◊ ◊ ◊ ◊ ◊ ◊ ◊ ◊ ◊ ◊ 

Laura’s works in the Anthology include:

I Said Yes

She asked me
if I thought she would be dead
this time next week.
I said yes.

I knew this,
but did not know this.

How else could I have answered
as if she had asked whether I thought
it was going to rain?

I said yes, and yes again,
lengthening that moment between us.
One last blunt truth-telling.
One last intimacy.