Poem for Laura Benua
First Morning in March for Laura The birds fly in and I lift my head to sun broken skies of iron and pearl trees drawn in a darker lead icicles hanging from wires...
Read MoreFirst Morning in March for Laura The birds fly in and I lift my head to sun broken skies of iron and pearl trees drawn in a darker lead icicles hanging from wires...
Read MoreOH PURE AND RADIANT HEART By Lydia Millet Soft Skull Press 2005 I don’t read books about writing usually but Stephen King’s ON Writing is an exception. In that book...
Read MoreMy old, dear friend, soul buddy, partner in crime, best friend Laura Benua has died. She died in her sleep of a heart attack. She was about 50 years old. I have so many...
Read MoreI spent the week hanging shelves and moving giant dusty books about but in-between it was a pleasure to assist an old friend, Daurade, with a piece he was writing for...
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