Poetry: She Uses Mirrors by Laura Shovan

After Connie Imboden, Untitled (#9535) 2002

Laura Shovan is an editor, educator, children’s author, and Pushcart Prize nominated poet. Her books include Mountain, Log, Salt and Stone, winner of the Harriss Poetry Prize, Life in Me Like Grass on Fire: Love Poems, and Voices Fly: An Anthology of Exercises and Poems from the Maryland State Arts Council Artists-in-Residence Program (co-edited with Virginia Crawford). Laura is a longtime poet-in-the-schools. Her award-winning novels for children are The Last Fifth Grade of Emerson Elementary, Takedown, and A Place at the Table, co-written with Saadia Faruqi.

One response to “Poetry: She Uses Mirrors by Laura Shovan


  1. 7-13th- 21 Tues Late Poetic Song


    age 30 WW3


    Why are you treating me like a child, first inspiration: maybe whomever dr. Long Neck vented for now Everard’s orphans child… awkward lame suck text ”.


    Now I see her baby’s blood..


    Kourtni Mabele { Sigh } of laughter for sarrow:


    – slammin’ support down the hall, bum dialed Aquarius like news gossip- ” 3motional trap ”


    You broke me; odd ball I bared my soul


    Stories of pain & neglect that weep, positively gloomy ash Madame;


    grievance thinkin uplifting , for ego knows the little ” advance grave having been set { Suicidel? A ghost } Open doors just burn, she writes: its cold rainn..


    prose; like Annah Van: A switch on a switch on fifty givin 48 hurs..


    [ W3 ] share our merci-ful psy-chia-trist together


    Sorry I was born a friend ” explosion into song from 1938′ Black Night


    death match & her little trashy spoken word versed, mocked: ” Hey obnoxious girl its that way. Jack can’t find – 859! Sync torcher; both ours trail -: called Wil-Helm


    .. as told by Humble bragging. ” paranoia life: ” You need help ” So mean hurtful, but’; zur-uk-lies karma side expression ” pre- cious courageous Wind-fall


    Idiosyncrasies telegrams titled; ” Mamusiu ” Warsaw Bis-mark-str- asse crass cross break up


    mistaken- ya gonna harm threat? only dust blowing smoke: vagally pompous prior towards Ms. stitches buttons ” aah – – whom never loved me anyway. Bari Irks

    7-13th- 21 Tues Late Poetic Song


    age 30 WW3


    Why are you treating me like a child, first inspiration: maybe whomever dr. Long Neck vented for now Everard’s orphans child… awkward lame suck text ”.


    Now I see her baby’s blood..


    Kourtni Mabele { Sigh } of laughter for sarrow:


    – slammin’ support down the hall, bum dialed Aquarius like news gossip- ” 3motional trap ”


    You broke me; odd ball I bared my soul


    Stories of pain & neglect that weep, positively gloomy ash Madame;


    grievance thinkin uplifting , for ego knows the little ” advance grave having been set { Suicidel? A ghost } Open doors just burn, she writes: its cold rainn..


    prose; like Annah Van: A switch on a switch on fifty givin 48 hurs..


    [ W3 ] share our merci-ful psy-chia-trist together


    Sorry I was born a friend ” explosion into song from 1938′ Black Night


    death match & her little trashy spoken word versed, mocked: ” Hey obnoxious girl its that way. Jack can’t find – 859! Sync torcher; both ours trail -: called Wil-Helm


    .. as told by Humble bragging. ” paranoia life: ” You need help ” So mean hurtful, but’; zur-uk-lies karma side expression ” pre- cious courageous Wind-fall


    Idiosyncrasies telegrams titled; ” Mamusiu ” Warsaw Bis-mark-str- asse crass cross break up


    mistaken- ya gonna harm threat? only dust blowing smoke: vagally pompous prior towards Ms. stitches buttons ” aah – – whom never loved me anyway. Bari Irks

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