Lauren M. Hancock poetry and prose
A corner of my world where I feel most at home
Audio: What to Feel. Can I feel the moment? This fateful occasion heralding? When I realise that things have been growing and stirring, how this is not how the interior was once mapped, the scanning reveals a foreboding view. I am astounded, into fearfulness I’ve been slapped, my duty of care to myself [...]
Distortion fills my ears, the drums, the drums, a cacophony winds its way through, auditory bombs. I can feel the sound of livelihood dripping from my ears, these precious orifices, here, there is so much to grin and bear. Shell-shocked by the decibels, I know that others enjoy their cause, tainted sound waves, [...]
In these unknown times, where regulations reign to keep us safe, we stay home, we rest, we recoup, we pray to God that we will get through this biological affray. Burrowed down in our blankets, our eyes plastered to the laptop screens, watching the news with great earnest, what is going on? How will [...]
Spike was an easily startled shark, everything he saw caused him a sense of horror to be seen, he jumped at the sight of anything, even a malformed coral piece lurking deep within the sea. The shadowy darkness of a cavern would make him tremble just so, the privacy for him was no sense or [...]
