Laura’s commentary can be found regularly in The Hamilton Spectator.
The following poems were published in Issue 36 of CAROUSEL Magazine.
It was an insidious game you played,
teasing fate, leaving me to toe
the faults, and your absence,
falling, fractured-off shards of rock.
You gestured grandly,
granting me asylum from the wasteland
in which I dwelt, but your words
hung, strung up overhead,
out of reach, linens on a clothesline,
fabric weak from wear.
We burn our knees
to find something within
the silver-smooth capsule,
impermeable from the interior.
We break our blisters,
peel away layers to expose
our wounds, but,
opaque white reflects back
our unmoving eyes.