Gone Warmed bones/sticky face/dinner time Soft bread, salted gristle, limp lettuce Children chatter, louder than gulls/missing mother, therebutnotthere Girl with grey eyes, anemone hair, webbed toes Her greasy palms/her mother’s dress/leaves her mark Totters over burning grit/water’s edge/open my mouth/she dives Untitled Imagine ships. Imagine journeys, arrivals, multi-coloured roofs and heavy air, the… Continue reading Lauren Strain
Author: Lauren Strain
(London, UK) is from Auckland, NZ. She likes seconds.
I Dreamt Rapunzel Cut My teacher said we’d know we were really remembering everything once we dreamt in French. My first and only French dream came in France, when I dreamt Rapunzel cut off her own hair and climbed down the fire escape. She donated her ponytail to a charity specialising in cancer wigs. The… Continue reading Lauren Strain
Years and so much life – years full as the sky in a Dark August. I wish that words could rain from my hands too, but they never come out. But my sister is more beautiful; she is the yellow room Set against thundery skies. Even when we were small, She was Snow White to… Continue reading Lauren Strain