Monthly Archives: February 2013

Journal 4

Cinnamon Roll Laura-Michal Balderson   Warmth. The slightly spicy smell wanders into my awareness and I inhale. The fragrance seduces my nostrils, first just a hint but soon the very atmosphere wrapping me like a quilt. A few more minutes. … Continue reading

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Ekphrastic Peom

The Lady of Shalott, oil on canvas By Laura-Michal Balderson   I was getting tired. The dim lighting necessary to preservation had dulled my senses. Most of my family waited ahead bothering each other on a bench at the end … Continue reading

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October 31, 1517

October 31, 1517 Laura-Michal Balderson   On a normal day he walked across the square and posted a page of parchment on the door of the church. No one paid attention, it was a common enough act. Ideas for discussion … Continue reading

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Maria Antonia Josephina Johanna

Maria Antonia Josephina Johanna Laura-Michal Balderson     On display, every inch of me is eyed. The hasty tent sways in the wind while they finish the sale. The girl, me, for some pieces of paper. I remember the long … Continue reading

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Gretel

Gretel Laura-Michal Balderson     Crumpled, folded, ripped crumbs fallen from my life now inhabit the trashcan underneath my bed. I toss things without thinking gum wrappers, receipts, fliers. Do they lead the way home? Slowly crumbling behind me as … Continue reading

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Bismarck

Bismarck. Laura-Michal Balderson   Your heavy tread brought to attention princes, rulers, generals. The leaders of the lands answered when you called.   Your hands quietly, nimbly prodded positioning ┬áthe mill parts exactly as you wanted. Human cogs, limbs for … Continue reading

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Journal 1

The tube stops and I get out. Curving, the stairs lift me to the street. Tile gives way to brick as hot thick air clears.   I readjust the bag over my shoulder, and step forward. Counting the numbers, One, … Continue reading

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