Lauren M. Hancock poetry and prose
winding worlds, sharpened words, and vibrant art
Blood pumps through my veins, potent, rich, disastrous, cells which slip and slide, speaking of a invasive nature that is hereditary. The mishaps which befit my existence were invisible to begin with, then with coercion, coaxing, they came forth. The personality changes, the heights the lows, the outstanding misunderstandings, the delusory nature of [...]
The daffodil is strangely beautiful in its brightened yellow garb. In his coloured outfit of delight, he makes observers sing and sigh with breathy appreciation and flowing rivers of love. He is modest, this daffodil, he does not ask to be seen for what he is not, he is not showy or greedy for eyes, [...]
Snorbert the Coiled Doggie possessed some terrible untoward thoughts he was obsessed with making smoke tricks with his vape he believed the special smoke gave him increased volume of thoughts and physical energy to make him trimmer and taut. While he was tripping on his words and slurring on his S’s and stumbling on [...]
