L.A. : Writing

My Beatrice

My Beatrice

A Poem by L.A.


My BeatriceCrimson coats my fingertips, coursing downto muddy everything I touch. I run ahand across your bedroom wall and smear scarletover soft yell..
Alfonso

Alfonso

A Poem by L.A.


Lục bát.
2 AM

2 AM

A Poem by L.A.


I used to lovethose hands--the gentleslope of them, the impossiblyslender fingers, quiet veins threateningan ivory surface. The handsyour parents pray..
Vespers

Vespers

A Poem by L.A.


Short prayer that popped into my head last night. Still might need some re-working.
Unto Dust

Unto Dust

A Story by L.A.


A submission of mine that had to be cut from the school's literary magazine due to limited spacing.
Exorcism

Exorcism

A Story by L.A.


A very short piece of prose.
Aaron

Aaron

A Poem by L.A.


Double haiku.
John Rolfe

John Rolfe

A Poem by L.A.


TERZA RIMA DOE
Mark

Mark

A Story by L.A.


My attempt to retell St. Mark's Gospel in 600-800 words for an assignment.
The Summer That I Drowned

The Summer That I Drowned

A Story by L.A.


Drowning isn't entirely a bad thing.

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