Laura Lynn Close : Writing

Race against itself

Race against itself

A Poem by Laura Lynn Close


It is never about state, it is always about country.There is a white war, there is a black war,red, yellow, so on…Races fighting against each o..
donde te lleva la alfombra mágica

donde te lleva la alfombra mágica

A Poem by Laura Lynn Close


Mi sueño era tener otro hijo, niño o niña.Quiero aprender un idioma y escribir un libro de poesía sobre países y su..
Accept this space

Accept this space

A Poem by Laura Lynn Close


These words are my own, the plus minus people factor was something an old man spoke of and now I see there is birth and it's opposite pulling at the p..
To Return

To Return

A Poem by Laura Lynn Close


Goldenrod returned this autumn, people converse and shareWhat they think. I wish I could say whatever it is I canThat I ought, if there is something I..
What we threw

What we threw

A Poem by Laura Lynn Close


Earlier I had words, but the thoughts slipped away like pennies would in rapids,except usually we threw them in fountains that anyone could pick up at..
Hello my Heart of Stone

Hello my Heart of Stone

A Poem by Laura Lynn Close


I will sink into the cold icy waters of Maine, but I will not drown. I will not die. I will go on living without men, without anyone, and I will laugh..
Lost at Home

Lost at Home

A Poem by Laura Lynn Close


I miss you and do not care for elegance, tonight it is a raw, frantic dwelling, I cannot speak through the flowers, I must not sit here alone, castawa..
Poem 4, one time, a vase

Poem 4, one time, a vase

A Poem by Laura Lynn Close


One time, a vase so pristine, I stare at it and wonderif you tore my skin, like the skin of the girl I read about. He told me he had no time, a..
Poems 2 and 3

Poems 2 and 3

A Poem by Laura Lynn Close


I am the husbandI want to buy you a house,Not just any house, a glorious mansion,To fit a lord, or a jokerrather if you say so.What is the difference ..
A Year of Perfect Vision

A Year of Perfect Vision

A Poem by Laura Lynn Close


Nautical fragments, a shipwreck of them,As though visions of anchors could replace,The tireless cranking of a heavy circumstance.It may be a new world..

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