Ode to the Shoe Horn
by Lauren Silverman Triumph! How many tears have fallen For the lawyer, with feet so frighteningly wide His heels cannot conquer the leather of the… Read More »Ode to the Shoe Horn
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Attic
by Lauren Silverman Dead Grandpa sat at that canvas and spilled his heart into it. He bled primary colors all over the brushes and the… Read More »Attic
Veronica and Lazarus
by Lauren Silverman The best men are neither dead nor alive; they are somewhere in between. Veronica thought so, anyway. They do not… Read More »Veronica and Lazarus
Chance
by Lauren Silverman The candlelight is barely bright enough to make out the colors on the white cards between us. I draw from the top… Read More »Chance
