The poems in this collection are a practice in ordinary love, both longing for and celebrating connection. Here, we may partake in reading as if a friend speaks to us directly. This friend that-despite mistakes and overreaching-invests herself with unabashed earnestness in the greenest of hope, imagination, freedom, beginner's mind, surrender, and renewal.
Hi and thanks for reading about me! I'm a writer based in Portland, Oregon who loves working in poetry, fiction, and lyric essay.
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I grew up in a white stucco house in a small Florida Panhandle town (aka, Lower Alabama), where we watched porpoises from the dinner table. Leaving behind fried amberjack sandwiches and white sand dunes, I headed “up north” to Chicago for college, earning a BA in English from Northwestern University and an MA in Social Science from The University of Chicago.
The City of Big Shoulders is still dear to my heart. I especially loved acting and writing in Chicago’s vibrant non-equity theaters, making friends for life, and starting a family. For more than a dozen years now, I’ve lived in Portland, Oregon.
When I’m not at my writing desk, you might find me in the kitchen micro-grating ginger root and lemon zest or playing euchre with my husband, son, and our three affable cats, one for each lap.
Love is love is love. All these poems are a dedication to love and all its messy and chaotic glory. There are serious poems and there are poems of comedy. I felt like I was on a joy ride through love and I particularly enjoyed these poems of Note:
Remote Control Sex Talk Palate Cleanser Not my last words
In Laura Sciortio’s debut chapbook, Remote Control, her lyrically adventurous, playful, and irreverent poems offer wisdom on navigating the human condition. Like the mall vending machine where, at 13, she “inserted one dollar and my cursive/for handwriting analysis,” Sciortino’s poems dispense elegant, idiosyncratic advice mixed with the fruits of her own loving and astute attention.
“It’s better to show than to say,” she writes in “Advice for a Young Woman Looking for Love” and show she does, through dazzling images and skillful wordplay. With wit and insight, she explores the vivid and mundane moments that make up a life, from “postpartum muck, slipped condom funk,” to being “certain as a fiery coal, purple hot and set to cook,” to learning to relax in “a moggy right place/clear as water/old as sunlight,” all the way to death and beyond.
“My work is not/to tell/My work/my love is to show, to point, to offer as gift,” Sciortino writes in “Not My Last Words.” And what a gift this book is to all who read it.
Lush and vibrant like a walk through the woods. A variety of poignant moments, quiet conversations and beautiful vignettes. Love what the author captures within these pages.