Author Archives: Laura Funderburg
Lucid smiles slide off leaves, playgrounds, benches. Everywhere is the smell of laughter— A wet, gentle sheen that speaks of happiness, hope and nostalgia. A puddle. For one second, you are again A child.
Perhaps it’s my logophilia or just caffeinated imagination, but I have always had a strong reaction to words. Some words just flow off the tongue like milk: sinuous or undulating. Others seem to stab with their edges: corrugated and juncture. … Continue reading
Swirling drafts of burgundy, haunted expectancy chills the listener. He stoops, gathering a golden memory that crumples like paper in his hand. Everywhere, silence filled with whispers. Shadows lengthen as the lemon days of forgetfulness say goodbye. Hush. Hussshhhh…