EavesdroppingI hear, I overhear,I listen to the swallows, the creek, a truck climbing the hill.their songs collide and spill over the dam of my ears.I hear the dawn song of the birds, the dusk songof the little frogs, the night songs, all the night songs. Owls call to their mates and trees creak as they …
Author Archives: lara
just before moonrise
just before moonrisea stoatwaits for theshrike to impaleits prey on thethorns of the pyracantha. not above a bit of petty theft,the cat sneaks off with an appetizer. Published on The Laundry Line, 7 Oct, 2025.
track and field
track and fieldthere was a guy in high school.who threw the shot,he had his own weird dance.it began with the cold metal tucked under his chin the thud of his first step a spiraling, rising action until the sphere was thrust away shoved outto meet the world. pushing through the air to land in the …
in autumn
in autumnyellow moon becomesamber mum becomesquestion of bridges that go nowhere becomessmell of paper, hot out of the printer becomes something golden that was alive just yesterdaybut today smells newly, richly dead. Originally published in Door is a Jar (Spring 2019.)Published on The Laundry Line, Sept 16, 2025.
Jackass Flats
Jackass Flatsis just that sort of town.Airless summers, broke down cotton buggies,a faded Texaco sign outside acinder block building.Two work bays and a service counter with a rack of slumped candy bars and a stack of Skoal tinsall but one of them wintergreen.You can get gas in Jackass Flatsif you have cash and luck.Luck is …