Night Shift
My hands come together prayerful around the whistling hot cupful to wait to sip scorchless to feel its breath grow cool degree by half degree across my lip— A vigil I cannot keep. All day I touch my raw tongue to the back of my teeth. Again, broadside in the Read more
Lara M. Lawrence
An ardent student and teacher of literature for almost 30 years, Lara is venturing into her own writing endeavors.
