by Laura Lentz | Nov 6, 2021 | LOVE & SEXUALITY, WRITING AT RED LIGHTS
The Writing Thing He said you could be a great writer If you didn’t write about the body and sexuality, But the thing written is a sexual thing, Words lick and are tongues, open mouths, they tell truths some have died to speak. Even me walking into your store that...
by Laura Lentz | Oct 17, 2021 | I AM THE HERO OF MY JOURNEY, OXYGEN: Poetry for Survival & Thriving, Uncategorized, WRITING AT RED LIGHTS
L. couldn’t find her voice to tell us that awful thing had happened to her. We were all twelve, but L. had breasts while Val and I waited for our lives to begin by willing ours to grow. When L. walked into our homes, our brothers stared and our fathers looked the...
by Laura Lentz | Oct 11, 2021 | OXYGEN: Poetry for Survival & Thriving, WRITING AT RED LIGHTS
L. couldn’t find her voice to tell us that awful thing had happened to her. We were all twelve, but L. had breasts while Val and I waited for our lives to begin by willing ours to grow. When L. walked into our homes, our brothers stared and our fathers looked the...
by Laura Lentz | Jan 17, 2021 | OXYGEN: Poetry for Survival & Thriving, Uncategorized, WRITING AT RED LIGHTS
Years ago I met a man a few weeks after my father died. He was unlike any man I had ever met before. This guy had edge and I went to him, dripping in lust. And I felt like he was my moon. Over time I found him to be critical, just like my father. And he laughed at...
by Laura Lentz | Jan 17, 2021 | WRITING AT RED LIGHTS
This week someone described my writing as “pedantic” and another person said my content was all thrusting and nipples and they asked me why sex shows up in every story I write. Another writer said you could be really great, but….you shouldn’t be so focused...
by Laura Lentz | Jan 17, 2021 | BODIES BREAKING & HEALING, Uncategorized, WRITING AT RED LIGHTS
Eleven years ago, Harper Collins had my manuscript for two months. I was sure the woman I sent it to hated my writing, because she didn’t respond. Every day I searched in my inbox to see if I missed an email. I looked in the mirror and saw my inner critic over my...
