Laura Kings Comments
My poems come from bits of dreams; from waking up with language in unexpected phrases. They emerge from images and simple things that linger in the mind. Poems come from fragments of memories that won’t let go of me, even when I’d like them to be left behind; they insist on their interruptions until I welcome them in, like someone long-lost who won’t give up on a friendship.
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