3:30 AM

3:30 AM
and I am awaiting the hallucinogenic memories
that slip into my dreams
like we slid,
slick, hot bodies,
across the yellow vinyl of that ugly couch.

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.

3:35 AM
and I am as flat and stiff beneath you
as a carcass under the steady,
sharp beak of a vulture,
I pull away from you,
scalded by your touch.

3:48 AM
and your breathing has deepened
to the steady rhythm of slumber
and I dream of yellow vinyl couches
and the first time you slid,
slick, hot body, and shattered me like an ancient mosaic.

© Laura  A. Lord, 2016


I just finished a book, The Pilot’s Wife by Anita Shreve, and without spoiling the story for you, because it is amazing and you should read it, the main character spoke numerous times about passion leaving a relationship as the time past. It inspired this piece, along with the wordle from MindLoveMisery’sMenagerie.

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I AM – Official Trailer

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

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Call for Submissions

How would you like to earn yourself a free e-book?

That’s a silly question. Everyone loves free. And this free is super easy to earn.

I’m looking for submissions to help with my book launch. All you have to do is fill in the blank:

I am ___________________.

I want honest, brutal, poetic truths. I want you to tell me exactly what you would say about yourself. You can look at this image I made up with words others choose to fill in the blank to get some ideas.

#I Am

How to submit:

  • a short video (10-30 seconds) saying your line
  • a photo of you holding your line written on a paper or poster
  • tweet your line with the hashtag #IAM to @LauraAshleyLord

You can send your submissions over to lauraashleylord@gmail.com and when release day hits you’ll get your free e-book in the mail!

Told you it was easy.

 

New Mailing

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Calendar

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Cushing Memorial Library and Archives – Creative Commons

There is promise in the new year, in the fresh turn of the calendar page.
There is a resolute melody of positive change and growth.
There is hope lingering in each little, numbered box.
There is a conscious resolve hanging on the edge of that shining Time’s Square ball, that pushes us forward in happy motion.

And yet, let the dates fly by until another birthday approaches.
Let the candles pile upon the cake and watch death’s shadow creep, unwelcomed, unbidden, to leave a black mark that mars this passing of time.

© Laura A. Lord, 2015


It’s amazing how we view the passing of time, how certain events leave us feeling hopeful, and others simply remind us that we only have a short time here on this earth. I hope you all have a wonderful new year and that you are living your life to the fullest.


Thank you to Uncharted for the Six Sentence Story prompt (the theme resolve), An Artist at Heart for the Miniature Writing Challenge prompt (92 words used), and Three Word Wednesday for their prompt(the words resolute, new, and fresh).

Overture

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I am a wide range of musical tastes.
I am the savage beating drums of a war dance,
the tense build-up of an ancient overture.
I am vengeful in my need for an audience.
I am needy and blaring,
turned up on high volume.

I am a wide range of musical tastes.
All a little sour, all out of tune.

© Laura A. Lord, 2015


Thank you for the prompts at Uncharted with Six Sentence Stories and the word range, and Three Word Wednesday with the words savage, tense, and vengeful.

In Whispers

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Creative Commons: Flickr User, thamimzy, Quiet

I am the powerful voice of the masses
spinning tales from the lectern.

I insist, I’ve something to say here.

I am hanging by one precarious thread,
dangling off Charlotte’s web.

I had the words, until

I became blind by people
the hot coal of their voices
seeped past my ear drums
and burnt the rods and
safety cones that kept me in line

I think I knew what I meant to say.
I had a powerful voice, once.
I had the pen, the words, the wonder.
I had the lecture hall full and then
I stopped and spoke in whispers.

© Laura A. Lord, 2015


Thank you to The Sunday Whirl and their wordle prompt.

Sacrifice

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Stock Image: Dreamstime

I do not think I like this legacy of mine.
Half my life we’ve been at war
and slaughter has become the adulthood I know.
I gave up my generation to fight this war
and we’re leaving behind new gods in our wake.
We’re all hailing at the Church of Trump
and we mistook the burning bush
for George W.
Because the deacons of our NRA society
have told me I need this gun to stay safe,
have shown me that worship
comes in small metal packages,
shot straight into the heart of the issue
of this up and coming,
numb generation.
Where we have exchanged
love thy neighbor
for love thy white neighbor,
thy Christian neighbor,
thy middle-aged, gun toting,
conservative neighbor.
This is a land where we can preach
all life is sacred
and then quote the second amendment
all in the same breath.

I do not think I like this new god.
If I have to have one,
served at every meal,
shoved down my throat
at every impasse of my morals
with a side of the cherry-picked lines
from that book…
I think I like your angry god.
I think I like his old testament self –
where he turned a woman to salt
for her uncontrollable urge to look back
at the city that screamed like babes.
I want his desperate need for
constant sacrifice,
because we’re already doing it.
We’re good at it.
Eventually he might even be appeased.
I want that angry god to step in
say enough, is enough
and put his finger right on the heart of the issue
of every Obama is Coming for Your Guns Commercial
that says we need more guns, more guns, more guns…
More guns to stay safe from school shooters
who blow away my children’s generation.
More guns to protect ourselves from black people,
yellow people,
brown people,
who want our jobs,
to sell us drugs,
to steal our things,
to hurt us.
More guns to safeguard our god
from their god.
Because killing in the name of ours is moral
and killing in the name of theirs
is terrorism.
Because at the end of the day
that god is a loving god
with an affinity for combat grade
automatic weapons
and a righteous cause…
I pray for your angry god.
In Jesus name,
Amen.

© Laura A. Lord, 2015

Your Bullet

pen-and-ink-drawing-the-gun-creativity-carnival-shafaliI suppose He tore another page from The Book today. . .
let is slide between sweaty fingers,
slice the tip,
right there under the nail,
so the pain would ebb and flow,
waves of electricity with each
thump-thump –
a heartbeat set to leap into
break-neck pace,
as the blood dripped like heavy sealing wax.
Gifts unwrapped and
His will is a shiny, sparkling,
death trap.
It’s fully loaded and
set to go
right through the forehead
with the little blonde curl.
It’s His will,
His gift. . .
but your bullet.


You can join in this prompt at the Creativity Carnival, here.


More of You

The Prompt

A dream is a wish your heart makes” – Cinderella

What do you dream of? What are your hopes? What do you wish for?


wpid-ussv0xg0jxzu6txut2utz4dbgx9stemngrwvepx8_z56myg6gvwn_yigxs_flkla5fqwnkzs-gipsnzxicnwkndtgoo5fozeixoc7l_yksvcm2j6u83f6bfjjcdubrcw-epay1msrjiyjrtgifpvb7blxgvz-czuyvgw355-h414-nI have woken to the sunlight carving
a bright lace painting along your cheek,
dancing dust motes drift by your lips
and I hope for a few more moments in this place,
for more of you.

© Laura A. Lord 2015


You can join in the weekly prompt at the Miniature Writing Challenge, here.