• Laura Mary commented on the post, methods 4 years, 10 months ago

    Once I was a perfect rendering of an artist. I slaved and struggled, I batted away demons in the night. My heart bled for my work and I was ragged and torn by rejection and time. Now I am nothing more than a human woman- I write and I sing and I am wife to a husband. There are ways in and out of everything, there are methods to our art just as…[Read more]

  • Laura Mary commented on the post, simple 4 years, 10 months ago

    Half a life ago I was a child. We were running through grass, barefoot and free. We were not bothered by the rain- the smell of wet wool lingered in the hall long after we shed our thick coats. I did homework and stayed up too late under blankets with flashlights reading stories. I had a best friend- you- and a favorite food and you and me, well…[Read more]

  • Laura Mary commented on the post, square 4 years, 11 months ago

    There are boxes
    Boxcars,
    Railroad memories
    and dreams to sleep on-

    Someone told me once,
    That they were a hobo
    and I was a princess,
    A princess riding home
    On a boxcar
    Stuck in my square domain

    Long hair flying out the cracks
    Chasing the stars
    as we ride on to freedom

  • Laura Mary commented on the post, satisfy 4 years, 11 months ago

    With the onslaught of frost
    the darkening of afternoon skies
    With your sharp icy tongue
    and my reluctance to retreat
    How can one hope to meet the need?
    How can one pray for love that connects the dots,
    that holds the hearts is rips from their cages-
    That will satisfy the hunger within?

  • Laura Mary commented on the post, somebody 4 years, 11 months ago

    We can’t hold the heart
    that hurts us
    Long enough to heal it
    so it doesn’t strike again-

    When somebody takes you
    breaks you
    and then sets you free,
    cracked open to the howling wind
    They know not what they do

    The too tender brokenness from
    their last somebody
    Is still echoing in their bloody cracks

  • Laura Mary commented on the post, steps 4 years, 11 months ago

    We can’t feel
    the pulsing wind

    We call back
    to one lost

    From some
    these steps
    are futile

    For some
    these steps
    lead home

    Can we recall
    a time when
    we walked them together?

  • Laura Mary commented on the post, forth 4 years, 12 months ago

    Brought forth by the expressionless eye
    Came unto the world in hope and irreverence
    Tied to the earth
    And equally the sky by tethers of silk and gold
    Come forth and know
    Who you are and with whom you’ve come

  • Laura Mary commented on the post, civilize 5 years ago

    We continually pride ourselves on our advancements in technology and innovation- what we have always failed to recognize in our ethnocentric imperialistic view is that the cultures that remain close to nature and […]

  • Laura Mary commented on the post, upper 5 years ago

    They took them to feel free
    They took them to uplift
    They took them to fall off and test human flight

    They were down under the shoes of the hopeless
    Then they were on top of your greatest triumph

    They […]

  • Laura Mary commented on the post, walls 5 years ago

    Walking into walls
    Revert back
    Begin again
    You are hopeless
    Says the jagged mind
    There’s another one
    Start it up
    Revert back
    You are angles
    You are not free
    But here
    Up and down
    Maybe yes
    Revert […]

  • Laura Mary commented on the post, various 5 years ago

    When we traverse the various dimensions of life we come to realize that there is no one way. When we can fall humbly and relish the divinity of the moment and be awed by the immensity of the life force within us, […]

  • Laura Mary commented on the post, signs 5 years ago

    They are everywhere. When you drove to me and told me that you didn’t hit one red light the whole way- I knew we needed to meet. When Granddad died and a tornado hit the lake kicking up a big storm, I knew the […]

  • Laura Mary commented on the post, vote 5 years ago

    When I agreed to move to the United States to marry and live with my American husband, I never expected to feel political. I am Canadian and I never knew what that meant until now- an election approaches and […]

  • Laura Mary commented on the post, sonar 5 years, 3 months ago

    He lit the end of the cigar and puffed lightly- a sweet musty kiss to the sky as he exhaled the expensive breath. The dots on the sonar appeared to be getting closer- and with each perceived mile, the captain […]

  • Laura Mary commented on the post, generator 5 years, 7 months ago

    She sat at the end of the pier waiting for the lights to flicker on behind her. The darkness was suffocating. One, two, three, four- she counted. A night alone in the country dark- it was unlike another other […]

  • Laura Mary commented on the post, bow 6 years, 3 months ago

    She came to the end of the line, a riff that no trumpeter dare stretch to reach. She was deserving, the ego and the soul merging to receive the earned applause. Her talent bowed in humility for the work she knew lay ahead in order to improve on this momentous song.

  • Laura Mary commented on the post, plague 6 years, 3 months ago

    The plague came in the night. The wind blew it in from across the lake. These summer currents were known for such carried strength. Suddenly the people began to wake from their beds. One by one they took to the floor, writhing and moving in an ecstatic escape of the mind. As the disease spread […]

  • Laura Mary commented on the post, intense 6 years, 4 months ago

    Sodden clothes lay strewn across the bathroom floor, remnants of a night not soon forgotten. Hand prints on the mirror suggesting poses and positions rarely ventured; muddy footprints littering the shower floor displaying immediate need. These wild lightening flashes of connection illuminate the carnal warrior within. The basic need to feel…[Read more]

  • Laura Mary commented on the post, cells 6 years, 4 months ago

    They hurried us in, pack rats chased into gutter graves. We belonged to them now, slaves of utilitarian hopelessness. This place was for no soul. No light could live here; grey slabs stacking to house the forgotten hues that once merged to form a community. We would breathe here but not live. We would dwell […]

  • Laura Mary commented on the post, painted 6 years, 4 months ago

    Her face stood out in the crowded park, she was a warrior ready for battle, as she waited for the suitors to come calling. These are my eyes, my lips, my cheeks. They are painted in this way to remind you to pay homage to my beauty. Approach me slowly and provide an offering at […]