She Would Hate All This Publicity by Louella Lester
Brown eyes. She’s the one who’s difficult to find in a photo, as though she’s been practicing to avoid this all her life.
Louella Lester
Here, We Talk About the Weather by Louella Lester
Now. Temperature hovering at 0°C (32°F). Top up your windshield washer fluid. Freezing rain. Record number of car accidents reported.
Three Prose Poems by Louella Lester
Everything stopped—cop’s car/citizen’s car/loud music playing through a cracked window/the joint flicked into a strip of muddy water along the curb.
