Lauren M. Hancock poetry and prose
winding worlds, sharpened words, and vibrant art
I picked the best horse, he looks to be a bright blue stallion, head thrown back as though caught in the height of action. His mane, tufty in appearance yet made of plastic, surrounded by two females, pink and purple whose eyes aren’t bothering to view him. My stallion isn’t distracted, he is [...]
The sun beams down upon me: he is happy with me today. Sometimes he is disappointed, other times he may be sorely dismayed. But I can tell from his loving warmth which spreads upon my complexion that today he is pleased with me, and the steps I am undertaking in my life to cause [...]
Like a lion I can bellow, like a lion I can roar. Like a kitten, I can curl into your crooked elbow, relax myself and purr. Into a crumpled heap I can fall, into your wanting arm. Here I am not boastful, as I am occasionally wont to be. Here I am quiet, subtle, subdued [...]
