I sign my middle name to my poetry because it’s my mother’s, blotted out by my father like an eclipse. My dad’s brief ownership of her…… Read more “Poem of the Day 4.4.17”
I’m so afraid of the unfamiliar that I grind the familiar to a pulp; I ring it until there’s nothing left and we can’t make eye contact.…… Read more “Poem of the Day 3.22.17”
To My Grammy
Poems rattle around my brain like loose batteries living in a junk drawer. WRITE ME! each poem screams when I dare to look; I close the drawer…… Read more “Poem of the Day 3.10.17”
-Liz Loughran *In the spirit of International Women’s Day, I wanted a short poem with my main tagline/ motto.
She stomps on eggshells and knits her fingers into the fabric of life; she’s too busy pouring out her heart to protect it. Your people are her…… Read more “Poem of the Day 3.7.17”
Yesterday, March 6, 2017, I finally participated in my first Open Mic Night down at Hop Nuts Brewery in Downtown Las Vegas. The evening was put on…… Read more “First Open Mic Night”