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Lapping Over Us
Laura Foley’s poem works to come to terms with loss by juxtaposing the language of dreams with one stark, unforgettable image. — Lapping Over Us I walk around the busy block, inundated with sense...
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Not Humming
Laura Foley uses brevity and simplicity to make a powerful impact in this prose poem. — Not Humming On the forced march from Tientsin to Woosung, our Marines, ordered silent—No humming or singing...
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Invisible Darkness
Laura Foley captures the pain of being a mother unable to help an adult son in this stark poem. — Invisible Darkness My son, grown lean and strong stands near me by the kitchen door and says he wants...
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Shopping
Laura Foley recounts the embarrassment of visibility and the joys of risk-taking. — Shopping When I go shopping for tee shirts, pants, a coat, I’m embarrassed by sales clerks, dressing room...
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Rumpelstiltskin
Rumpelstiltskin When I told him I planned to marry the hunchback Moroccan, he jumped up and down, his face turned pink— like Rumpelstiltskin, I thought I guessed his name, would forever be free of his...
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