Lauren M. Hancock poetry and prose
winding worlds, sharpened words, and vibrant art
There have been many years of flailing, my life lacking in solid intent, and I wonder, where am I going, am I even progressing? Hoping for something to shoulder all the weight from my listless life. It’s as though I am simply floating in a mass of water, stagnant appears to be the tune, [...]
fairy bread and toffee apples and Barbie dolls and cupcakes pink princess outfits and friends' prematurely planned weddings and skipping rope and playing-house games a little girl’s dreams so simple and easy to please those years in primary school where we danced on the rocks like sprites with ease but then my dreams [...]
She hides between the curtains and the window from nothing in particular, allowing herself to view the wide-eyed smiling moon casting its dancing light upon the dew dotted grass; a nightly view so familiar. The brightness is expansive in her vision compared to the darkened room which she calls her home, where upon the [...]
