Lauren M. Hancock poetry and prose
My corner of the world where I feel most at home: poetry, art, and prose.
Every morning is the same for me, I rise, I pad, I create hot water that I stain black with bitterness, a substance that does please. I open my laptop, attend to the various avenues, hoping, wishing, waiting, for the stats to reveal certain clues. Is it bad to hope for the 'views'? [...]
Sorry about that! I say, and scoot out of the way. I didn’t mean to speak out of turn. Sometimes my ideas carry offense, fall flat on their face, when will I learn to discern? It’s okay, you reassure, there’s no harm in experimenting, but sometimes what you think is entertaining is just [...]
The computer helps you lie, it’s a well-known fact of life, the ability to dance fingertips on keys like the Devil’s never-ending trill. They fly across, a flurry, and suddenly, without me knowing, fiction has taken over, that’s welcome news to me. No more disguising of one’s facts, like bullets shot impolitely, rat-a-tat-tat, [...]
Exhausted, I roll into bed, does it roll back into me? That’s a question for myself, do you think it does so tenderly? The doona now wraps himself around me, presumptuous, he takes up over half the bed, it does not matter there’s nobody laying next to me, that space is for me to [...]
Loyalty can be twisted in this bitter life, one pledges themselves to you, through the bitter, through the challenging, through the positives, through strife. A hand outreached, a hand to hold, to be indelicately snatched away? What am I to do with myself, you swore to love me evermore, upon that magical day. [...]
Unsupported in this insubstantial lace, it is only here for the vision, the sensation, I may look ridiculous but I’m performing my utmost to spice things up, in a bid to improve your vision. I wrap myself tightly, thrusting hooks into greedy eyes, I cinch myself into place, a glance into the [...]
I was wondering, is anyone is experiencing any problems playing the SoundCloud embeds I have placed in my recent posts? If you could please let me know yes or no in the comments, that would be great, thanks, and I will hopefully be able to sort out the problem if there is one.
https://soundcloud.com/user-894707136/the-cacophony-cease-spoken-word-poetryimprovisation-by-lauren-m-hancock Click image to listen to "The Cacophony Cease!" in browser or on SoundCloud. Method discussion below poem. "The Cacophony Cease!" I feel the reverberation through my fingertips, through my bones, into my marrow, a source of quiet vitality in which I encase certain memories, certain experiences, so potent and noxious they should only [...]
The world is tense, while some are carefree, double digits daily, this is gravely worrying. Have we become too lax with social distancing? Family gatherings with warm kisses and hugs, entering personal territory? Outbreaks in differing neighbourhoods, participation in public protesting: some finger-point the blame, as they fought for rights [...]
Sometimes I don’t feel like writing, but something compels me to create, to dig deep beneath the superficial, to find something meaty, or rich like marrow, a delicious read to taste. Something tantalizing, that the reader will hunger for, whetting the appetite, will palatable words soar? What can I create? What can [...]
