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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After Writing 38 Poems
I want to write about lakes, their cold spring-fed clarity and deepening blues, want to write about rivers running
By Lori Lamothe4 years ago in Poets
Homemade Crusty Bread
White bread healthy? Wait, what? With all the low-carb hype out there in cyberspace, bread has been demonized in recent years. If you make it yourself, however, bread can be surprisingly good for you. And it’s so simple to make.
By Lori Lamothe4 years ago in Feast
The Dream Pilot
All the unreal moments scatter across the beach. * They fade and flame like trick birthday candles or moonlight’s shimmery detritus. White light bounces off everything tangible — shells and broken glass, sand and water, seaweed, the sound of waves, a dark puzzle of rocks.
By Lori Lamothe4 years ago in Poets
Wolves
I want to be what they are — want to listen with their ears, to sleep in their dens of superb sensitivity. I’ve read that wolves can hear a leaf falling
By Lori Lamothe4 years ago in Poets
Dragon
Some days the fire in me flickers out, darkness a kingdom I don’t want to visit. My mind’s a cave of weak light, muffled weather. From the shadows
By Lori Lamothe4 years ago in Poets
Post Chemo
Yesterday you dyed your hair. Now you’re painting your toes. You run your fingers through the flames until the mirror catches fire.
By Lori Lamothe4 years ago in Poets
Girl in a Bee Dress
Whether the bees are arriving or departing is an unsolved mystery. The pink daisy held with both hands offers no information.
By Lori Lamothe4 years ago in Poets
Spring & Et Cetera
This morning the birds on wires are writing power ballads. As they scatter across the blue each one adds a note to the symphony of clouds and sky.
By Lori Lamothe4 years ago in Poets
The Scars
The scars tell a story of steel and heat, of nights spent feeding hungry ovens — my left arm a poem written in reds. Like all hot, bright things
By Lori Lamothe4 years ago in Poets
Cottage Road
The name of the girl across the street shone like copper. In the apartment below a teen with a Mohawk was already imagining the bomb
By Lori Lamothe4 years ago in Poets
The Red Violin
For two centuries sound disappeared — the violin adrift in an attic or unheard in a roomful of boarders smoking cigars.
By Lori Lamothe4 years ago in Poets
Submerged
The pine trees rise green beneath the surface of a lake where the light bells out from an unseen center. I can’t guess
By Lori Lamothe4 years ago in Earth

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After Writing 38 Poems

Homemade Crusty Bread

The Dream Pilot

Wolves

Dragon

Post Chemo

Girl in a Bee Dress

Spring & Et Cetera

The Scars

Cottage Road

The Red Violin

Submerged

Achievements (5)