Lothlorien Poetry Journal

  Sticks to Your Ribs The freezing fog and the rain had blanketed our Northwest hamlet on the Pacific for days, and we kept the fire sto...

  existential trauma   in broad daylight \ it pushes and pulls towards distress \ whirling about as it pleases : ill-fated lungs ...

  The Gift   a swirl  of hot silver on  the winter trees begins the moon song tales unspoken whispered under blankets white ...

  COLLAGE   Bellies protruded out, A lithograph in blood Below the waist, Fatal consummation   Forged passes and ports A Pro...

  why is there no world in the book?   to know why a bumblebee is the free coin the lost hammer is the apple of the worried lamp   ...

  Mojave This part was like a Western. Burnt orange desert on either side, the horizon melting in front, sun sizzling the earth. A mirage,...