Lauren M. Hancock poetry and prose
winding worlds, sharpened words, and vibrant art
Photo by Marta Branco on Pexels.com Hi all. I just wanted to let you know that I have made some changes to my website. The https://alicewellart.com link will now redirect to a website under my name, https://laurenmhancock.com. You can use both but content will be on laurenmhancock.com. As you will notice, there have been quite [...]
Helpless waves of injustice wash over me as though I am present in the front line of the battlefield where I am made to press forth, my life on the line, my squad leader thinks nothing of my sacrifice. As I hurl my body forward into the hail of bullets, shrapnel pins my [...]
Cinnamon and sugar dusted over my warmed cup of milk, it comforts me, it makes my stomach smile, my grin shine, have a taste of it yourself! I will prepare yours with the greatest of ease, dust and sprinkle it as I please, to present this to you with a glowing smile, ahead of [...]
I arrange the setting outside, we have unicorn cake and fizzy grape juice, the drink I loved in childhood, my very own permitted wine. I smile at you as we seat ourselves, this sunlight is painfully glaring, but, I adore this quaint set up, it’s perfect for you and I. We sit and [...]
I am delighted by the gift you gave to me, it’s not ordinary, it’s holy and it’s beautiful to me. It’s something which sings of praises both far and wide, a little figurine set, a nativity scene. I’ve never owned one before though I know the tale well, such beauty, adoring Mary, [...]
I reach into the depths of myself and pluck that certain something which makes me Me, beneath the surface I am swimming, searching for something that signifies, which best expresses my essence. Is it that particular pitch of laughter which resonates within you? That characteristic flick of hair out of my eyes because I [...]
The roast looks magnificent, I can almost taste the glistening juice, dripping down the sides as though there is no other place for it but before our hungering eyes. I see you practically salivating opposite me, between us the roast is perched quite perfectly, a distraction, a piece of meat to catch your eyes, [...]
