Laura Lauth is an instructor at the University of Maryland’s Jiménez-Porter Writers’ House, where she served as founding director from 2002-2005. She holds an MFA in creative writing as well as a PhD in English literature and has written extensively on translation and American poetry. She was recipient of the spring 2014 Orlando Prize in […]
Soon the Osprey will return, guide to lovers, heartsick— wing like the world’s one secret. Dive hard, do not resist: After winter, longest dark, you are the herring and its hawk.
Querida: if you have to choose, I’m telling you, take the cow and not the crate, though a crate might do, the way it frames emptiness, highest law of the universe, id est, whatever you fuck up vanishes, what you made right or never made at all. Me entiendes, my dove? This means: sugarcane, death […]
no older than six, who watched me watch him get his beating in the empty parking lot of the Beaufort ABC under a buckshot moon one night in July, so hot and high and open, it’d make you cry if you were that kind, but he didn’t, and I didn’t do anything while the fist […]