Lauren M. Hancock poetry and prose
A corner of my world where I feel most at home
Magic trick, you’re a magic trick, you make my face brighten, warm, and shine, Magic trick, you're a magic trick, you cause me endless joy, wry head shakes, claps, and smiles. Like a magic trick, you suddenly appeared in my life, I may have chased down your existence but truly, you were worth [...]
The dancing genie has released herself this time, A flowing effluence of movement and truths. Serene, eyes closed, she strikes a pose, Replicating the stilling of time as she once knew. Because, when she is free, her world does not turn, No longer does her current captivation of life feel as if an err, [...]
Sylvie the Punk lived a careful, quiet life. Despite her appearance, she was an introverted individual, preferring to stay home and read, by herself, rather than entertaining others outside. Although she had her nose and eyebrow pierced, these were not for mere show value to impress, they were simply the look that she was going [...]
Beneath the surface bubbled rage. The Magic Potion sat upon the table, stewing beneath its surface. What was is that making him so darned aggressive this day, when the reality was such anger was pointless? What was causing his inner anguishing and upset, why, let me tell you, my precious pets. Alice will show you [...]
By Alice Well (LMH) (c) Stacy, the Conjurer possessed powerful sorcery skills within herself. These she had gleaned from her mother, Sandra the Grand Master, her spells she’d share while a baby Stacy would sleep upon the bunk bed’s fashioned bed shelf. She learned how to conjure a baby mouse from a little frog, she [...]
