by Laura Lentz | Feb 18, 2021 | LOVE & SEXUALITY, Uncategorized
I felt eyes between my shoulder blades, burning through my blue dress, and I turned around it was her. She looked like Meryl Streep, like a constellation that hadn’t been named yet. Her hair was short, I don’t know what she was wearing, but when I saw the soul of the...
by Laura Lentz | Jan 20, 2021 | I AM THE HERO OF MY JOURNEY, Uncategorized
The Journey 2 It will not serve you to wait, to linger, to idle, To turn around and look one more time, To count the lines on your forehead, To watch the empty rural road. Instead, buy the bus ticket. Sell the ring, the gold necklace, Walk the beach you only saw in...
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 | 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...
by Laura Lentz | Jan 17, 2021 | OXYGEN: Poetry for Survival & Thriving, Uncategorized, WRITING AT RED LIGHTS
I woke this morning heavy hearted. I know wherever you are – in a cafe, masked in a concrete city, swimming in the ocean, ready to get on an airplane looking at your seat partner with trepidation, or surfing the news for the latest… I know you might be...
by Laura Lentz | Jan 17, 2021 | Uncategorized, WRITING AT RED LIGHTS
I found my diary from the summer before sixth grade, before everything changed, before one of my best friends was hurt by a male teacher on an all girl’s camping trip, a trip my parents did not allow me to attend. My mother found it alarming there were two male...
