A beautiful gal from Florida that writes poetry and sings sad songs, Laura Minor is a friend of ours who conjures up thoughts of tequila shots and being hoarse from shouting at the devil. She teaches poetry at St. Francis College and the Pratt Institute in Brooklyn when she’s not making records (she has two upcoming albums: ‘Let Evening Come’ and an experimental jazz collaboration called ‘The Exile’). Here is one of her poems:
Tipped to the Ear
We laugh with the same teeth and mouth
And sail with the same anger, ships in bottles
Losing our sanity one sandglass at a time.
Him smoking a cigar on the bow of a house where he finds no comfort
The children, numb little petals bruising their limbs on the ropes
And her, silent like dumb fruit rolling along the river’s edge.
This is the noise of the future knocking
This is the magnificent story of running things
Screaming bottles and flying tuna fish sandwiches
This is the broad expansion of horror in two willow stumps
And the sails of the waiting
Wet with the aluminum river
Our ears skimming the underwater saints
Screaming for someone to throw down a flight of stairs
For the ship to sink a failed family
For the failed family to then rise,
Each heart undoing its particular gospel.
You can also check out some of her lyrics here.
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