Lori draws inspiration from folklore, fairy tales, & the natural world. She feels equally at home in forests & books and has been known to get lost in both.
Tonight you will dream of home:
A tiny cabin of beaver logs
with wasp-paper curtains and carpets of moss,
furnished with tree roots and stone.
They do not spring from thighs or foreheads.
They do not bless your harvest.
They do not dissolve on your tongue.
With the raindrop’s kiss,
The ocean knew completeness.
Old friend, welcome home.