Laura A. Lord's Blog

The porcelain sink gurgles when the water splashes and slips from the ends of my fingers down the drain. It has a drowsy drip that echoes around this room with its green wallpaper and too… More

I have perched on the edge of the heaving ocean’s waves – a cliché of turbulent emotions raging in translucent spray. It sends my mascara to running faster than any fight or flight mechanism left… More

My voice has become a barely legible script careening off the sharp-edged cliff of my cracked lips. I am unkissable, darling. I’ve a leak in my head I can’t fix and each heavy drop is… More

Someone had snapped the wishbone and I was all
hollow marrow and no heartbeat.

Our old house had paneling on the walls – slick with lacquer that peeled up at the corners in thin, wispy sheets, the shedding skin of a home in metamorphosis. We hung photos on the… More

For those of you in the Maryland area, I will be visiting Chesapeake College on April 16th for a Poetry Panel. Myself, along with two other local poets, will be taking part in numerous poetically… More

3:32 AM
and you are my gateway drug,
the little pill I pop under my tongue
while the shadow growth on your face
rubs a passionless rash
across my cheek.

I hope you enjoy my new book trailer for my upcoming book, I Am! More info to come soon on a pre-sale date!

Instead, you showed me the weakness of my spine
and your hand on my neck
tightened its grip
and my words fell hollow in the squeeze.

I watched them shatter,
as only sparkling good intentions can do.

Every home boasts its own unique dialogue. We form terms of endearment that may, or may not, sound so endearing to foreign ears. For instance, I call my husband an asshole with the utmost love… More