Lori Lamothe

Joined January 2021

71 stories

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Poet, Writer, Mom. Owner of two rescue huskies. Former baker who writes on books, true crime, culture and fiction.

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Light & Snow
At first nothing moves, the world endless and unmarked, winter sprawled across the fields. Then the sun rises across distance and intensity
By Lori Lamothe4 years ago in Poets
Love in the Time of Corona
Wind rakes its nails across morning but the sky’s incandescent, as if the day has been rinsed in the light of El Greco.
By Lori Lamothe4 years ago in Poets
The 12 Days of Celibacy
The sea is so cold today you could dip a ladle into water and mix yourself a margarita on the rocks. The lack of starfish is unsettling
By Lori Lamothe4 years ago in Poets
The Physicist at the Clinic
The universe is out of tune. Just try and play it. Can’t you hear the equations clashing like broken chords? Note how Einstein floats up from the coffee table,
By Lori Lamothe4 years ago in Poets
Dance of the Unsquared Circles . Second Place in From Across the Room Challenge.
To lure the taste of chocolate out of chocolate, add salt. It’s not the old equation, only a recipe for sensibility.
By Lori Lamothe4 years ago in Poets
Map Drawn in Invisible Ink
A hawk glides in on the hum of lawnmowers. The light’s a sieve, dusk sifts down. The wingtips of the hawk
By Lori Lamothe4 years ago in Poets
Irises
White Tiger. Bohemian Waxwing. Night-blooming Cereus. Even water, with its gift for shape-shifting seemed like a metaphor
By Lori Lamothe4 years ago in Poets
Girls Jumping on Trampolines
They flicker in and out of focus — summer caught between them as their hair flames out across blue. The day’s been drawn out
By Lori Lamothe4 years ago in Poets
A Maid at the New Yorker Cleans Room 3327
Pigeon feathers don’t faze me. Nor numbers. Isn’t three just another name for God? Tesla’s no god, no devil either
By Lori Lamothe4 years ago in Poets
Red Barn in Snow
It’s simple things that take the most space. Sea and sky, childhood’s watercolor summers, Land, silence, loneliness, wind.
By Lori Lamothe4 years ago in Poets
Scar
Like mother, like daughter. Just because I was royalty didn’t mean I was oblivious to what they said about us. For seven months, I took to shutting myself up in my chambers, but the resemblance was not a thing I could avoid.
By Lori Lamothe4 years ago in Fiction
Glass
When I told the story afterward I always said we spoke the same language, the wolf and I. A slight falsification. Actually the word we spoke was silence—blue burning cloudless and the glade of bees, then the loom of darkness, leaves shining in the sun and the stars’ prickly light.
By Lori Lamothe4 years ago in Fiction

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Light & Snow

Love in the Time of Corona

The 12 Days of Celibacy

The Physicist at the Clinic

Dance of the Unsquared Circles . Second Place in From Across the Room Challenge.

Map Drawn in Invisible Ink

Irises

Girls Jumping on Trampolines

A Maid at the New Yorker Cleans Room 3327

Red Barn in Snow

Scar

Glass

Achievements (5)