Lori Burchmann

Joined November 2025

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The Orchard of His Youth
The Orchard of His Youth I made his hunger holy every time he touched my skin, his youth an unripe peach I pressed to coax its gold;
By Lori Burchmann2 months ago in Poets
The Forgotten Room
The Forgotten Room The first thing they take from you is your voice. “From now, until the end of the retreat,” the teacher says, “no speaking. No reading. No phones. No writing. No eye contact if you can avoid it. For ten days, you will live only with yourselves.”
By Lori Burchmann2 months ago in Fiction
The Harvest I Became
THE HARVEST I BECAME By Lori Burchmann All my life, I have been gathering— not the simple fruits of days, but the hidden ripenings
By Lori Burchmann2 months ago in Poets