Laurel D'Agenais5 Shakespearean Love Poems About the Broken Sh*t in My ApartmentFirst, something nice (because I’m Catholic): My apartment in Windsor Terrace, Brooklyn is over 100-years-old and used to be an old…May 24, 2017May 24, 2017
Laurel D'AgenaisThe Splitwe were once as we were. there, before the war became the trumpet pursed lips to each morning’s blow.Aug 1, 2016Aug 1, 2016
Laurel D'AgenaisHappiness: A Meditationwhat is happiness? maybe it’s the equilibrium between contentment and the hunger for more. maybe it’s recognizing one’s place in the…Aug 1, 2016Aug 1, 2016
Laurel D'AgenaisJustifiable Grief in the Wake of a SupernovaFour Mondays ago, I experienced a new kind of emotion.Apr 28, 2016Apr 28, 2016
Laurel D'AgenaisNew Architectwe live in a new age of wakefulness. together, we’ve peeled ourselves back like onions to sigh in communal rawness. our country’s rolodex…Dec 21, 2015Dec 21, 2015