Published in Scuzzbucket·PinnedMember-onlyA Bruxist Let GoA poem — Poetry1 min readPhoto by Artem Maltsev on UnsplashA Bruxist Let GoA poem----1
PinnedMember-onlyAbout the AuthorAlways learning teacher/writer/mama/wife/sister/daughter — Hi! My name is Samantha Rae Lazar. Thank you for taking the time to read my little auto-bio. I began writing on Medium in June 2019, and I am in love with this platform, even with all of its challenges and changes. …Introduction7 min read
1 day agoMember-onlyDear Grocery GirlWhen Covid-19 was raw — Dear Grocery Girl, Just to be clear, I am stalking you. I’ve had my eye on you since you grabbed the last mini-cart in the parking lot. Your mask dangles over your ear like some forgotten bra on the clothesline, left out in the rain. You have lipstick on. Lipstick…20202 min read
Published in Sky Collection·2 days agoMember-onlyTime and SeaEtheree on nostalgia — time and sea dousing me in memory like sisters, friends stay divine mother — lighthouse dragging sand like losses pull our aging bodies, pipers, gulls but years do keep like children’s laughter the souls who meet life before and after I was just at the beach with my lifelong friends…Poetry1 min read
Published in Inspired Education·2 days agoMember-onlyEntering the 2022–2023 School YearShow me your doors and bulletin boards — Dearest Educators, How are you feeling about the new school year coming up? Do you still get excited like I do: creating new rosters and reimagining your space? Maybe (like me) you have bought a few more flair pen sets than you actually need. So I am starting my 24th…Education2 min read
Published in Sky Collection·Aug 2Member-onlyIf It Isn’t Written, Did It Happen?Sky Collection quote prompt № 33 — you keep a solid archive — a catalog of my dreams I saw a friend before the music or was that a ghost of memory solar plexus in my throat — summer sweat and lightning clouds split the sky/I went to find him but I lost him in the crowd if it isn’t written did…Writing Prompt4 min read
Published in Middle-Pause·Jul 30Member-onlyHome is Crooked Floors, Gardens, and a Stolen Patio UmbrellaWelcome to my soul space. — My home is my soul space. This little house with crooked floors and doors that either glue themselves shut or can’t grasp a latch. This little beautiful place where I built a nest and found my family. There’s just the three of us, plus an adorable cat and dog, and they’re a tall comedy duo. …Home3 min read
Published in Scrittura·Jul 14Member-onlyHidden ReadersHybrid prose poem: Intertextuality — can of cannellini beans — dented/avoided — although plucked from the pod with as much cultivation as any common climber — perfectly preserved produce in a sea of protein I don’t mean to be oh-so-meta when I write a list or two and publish as an opus expectations of expertise and viral(ish)…Prompt1 min read
Published in Sky Collection·Jul 12Member-onlyI Can’t See My B-StringA poem/song — I can’t see my B-string It floats like a ghost My pick thinks it’s gone — So skips that note most It must be the lighting It can’t be my eyes For I can see thunder Before the sunrise I can see tension That blooms in a room Blues coming for miles And…Poetry1 min read
Published in Scrittura·Jul 9Member-onlyPoisonous HistoryHybrid prose-poem: The color of my imagination — on the thickest days, orange tentacles drop flash floods — the pavement hisses at boiling point — heirloom fruits burst from the vine — soil the garden purple — acid of a poisonous history predicable populace outrage in an echo chamber politicians contemplate a mass-murder designed to push leftist policy and I’m green the color…Prompt2 min read
