She said, With a tremble on her lips, I can’t. Can’t what? Give in? Give up? Lift your head up and carry on? No, she said. I can’t breathe, I can’t see, I can’t be, I can’t move or taste or feel Without my heart Lurching in my chest Or stinging, like it’s the victim … Continue reading Listen


Caught up in your stardust kisses, I reach for my brush and paint a galaxy with only you in it. -Our little piece of heaven at the edge of the world. Laura Marie Copyright: Laura Davis © 2018, all rights reserved.    


A Sonnet on Seeing The water droplets smear the glass. Acne, a rash, silver-white heads with black eyes, all dotted, clustered over glass eyes, obscuring, blurring, confusing the scenery and the sky. They trail down, bumping, pushing, sometimes teaming up for this race of gravity, leaving behind their snail trails, like wet sleep over your … Continue reading Seeing