Happy Monday, everyone!
(Oh – and May the 4th Be With You!)
My friend and fellow poet Laura A. Lord is throwing an epic Poet Hop party, and today she is kind enough to grace us here with her writerly presence! Please read on to find out more about this extremely talented author and her work, including a chance to win a free copy of her newest collection, Of Roots and Wreckage!
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Laura A. Lord is the author of numerous collections of vignettes and poetry and one awesome children’s book about a T-Rex screwing up her entire day. It’s absolutely a true story.
Laura’s work has been featured in The Beacon, The Collegian, Whirl with Word, Tipsy Lit, Precipice, Scary Mommy, The Powder Room, The Reverie Journal, and Massacre Magazine.
Laura’s collections focus heavily on women’s issues in today’s society. She writes:
I haven’t traveled the world. In fact, I’ve never even been on an airplane. My upbringing has been a sheltered view in a static, rural town. But I’ve lived enough lives for twelve people. I’ve gone through stages of names, tearing them off like a badge on my shirt and replacing them just as easily.
I’ve got battle scars. I didn’t wage war against domestic abuse. My fight or flight kicked in and I ran. I hid, cowering and broken, and spent years trying to get the needle threaded, to stitch the holes in the patchwork quilt of my self-esteem.
I never fought the demons of drug abuse and alcoholism. I spent weeks on my sofa, weak and thin, while my mother made me grilled cheese sandwiches and I tried to figure out if I wanted to live or get high.
I survived my teenage years, not by resilience, but by pure luck that my attempts to end it were never fruitful.
I didn’t learn to love me until every man I’d chosen had managed to redefine “love” as some twisted, ugly thing. Loving myself was never pretty.
I wasn’t the hero in my story, I was the human. And this human is writing that story and she’s got a hell of a lot to say.
Her newest collection, Of Roots and Wreckage, focuses on where she grew up. Split into three sections, this collection explores the ideas of “roots” and hometowns, of people and change, of aging and death.
Want to win a free copy of Laura’s Of Roots and Wreckage? Enter Laura’s Goodread’s Giveaway Here!
Here is a selection from Of Roots and Wreckage:
Home Grown Saints
The fire kick-started this demolition,
and so they bulldozed the town,
drug commerce by its fingernails
out to the highway.
They painted the shop windows black with
white birds in flight –
But we put in sidewalks, they said,
and I watch the old woman,
arm severed by the thick tangle
of plastic bags –
their gaping mouths vomiting
split peas across
They want to make us into a Saint,
import a history and haul in
the Bay, kicking and screaming
while they drop their lines
and trawl the chicken necks
for a heredity they can use.
Our birds need an inheritance.
So the town hall sits –
a lopped off head in the
center of retail’s graveyard.
Long toothed white columns,
impatient finger tapping
along bricks that tripped
my grandmother in ’63.
There’s a whole lot of change coming, they say.
They’re shoving it into the empty spaces
between an Irish pub and
a five star dining experience
two blocks from the prison,
three from where the click
of your car locks can be heard.
It’s an audible shunning,
the flurry of wings.
You painted white birds
on all the windows,
the black-toothed maw
where all we’ve got for sale
are home grown saints.
© Laura A. Lord 2015
You can find this author and poet in all these wonderful places!
Please give Laura’s work a read – you won’t regret it.
And check out my guest post over at Laura’s blog tomorrow!