| Laura Winton is a
writer and performer living in Minneapolis, Minnesota. Her poetry, short
fiction, and manifestos have been featured in Women and Performance, 391.org,
Melting Clock Review, Lost and Found Times, Clean_Sheets.com, and many
others. Her poetry and performance art pieces
have been seen at Manhattan Theatre Source, Bowery Poetry Club, LadyFest
Midwest, the University of London, and the Minnesota Fringe Festival among
others. She is interested in the liberation of the imagination as a political
antidote to the Spectacle, empowering the reader/audience's capacity for
creative response.
View the rest of the poems from Laura Winton in the June
2005 edition:
|
My friend the therapy
junkie
by Laura Winton
says I have no boundaries.
Anyone can enter me the corner grocer
poet part-time says the work is so dark "therapy I guess" the
zens say I should become an empty vessel if poetry were therapy Sylvia
would be alive her babies would not have cried alone through February
English tea time I want to be a bottomless cup instead keep open my head
my legs my heart and take it all in sort sustenance from the shit compost
what does not nourish see what fertilizes what will grow
inside.
|
