Laura DamianPoetryOn the railway station benchIt’s better to meditate at sunrise, they say. Inhale two, three, four, exhale two, three, four. I close my eyes to look for my nothing...
Laura DamianPoetryRed lipstick“You should wear makeup, dearest, and find yourself a boyfriend.” Madame Constantinescu leaned and kissed me goodbye in front of the...
Laura DamianPoetryAt Nakashita’s Restrooma young girl in a white vest bombed my shoulder and politely said “sorry madam.” For a second I wanted to slap her back. Instead I...
Carol OrnsteinPoetryLittle Girl Broken, LovedLittle girl, finding comfort in your big strong arms Loving, safe – you were my everything What happened that first night When you...