lauramastersWriting SprintsToday I wrote for an hour with my coworkers at lunchtime. We don’t talk, well, we try not to. We are all too polite to not say hello. But…May 17, 2017May 17, 2017
lauramastersA poem about love because there simply aren’t enoughIt is the magnitude of the emptiness,Feb 26, 2017Feb 26, 2017
lauramastersA List of Guilt and Trying to Let It Go — a Difficult Thing to DoWhen my Great Aunt Rose was dying I wrote her a letter telling her everything she ever did that made me a better woman. I never did that…Feb 20, 2017Feb 20, 2017
lauramastersDear Homeless Woman I Walk Past Every Morning,I’ve seen you at least once a day for the past year of my employment at the office adjacent to your stoop. You’re different from the others…Dec 5, 2016Dec 5, 2016