Poems and Phantasms

Author Interview


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Unlocking imaginations with dollhouse storybooks at Hope Houses Workshop, Inc.: Author Lurana Brown



Enduring the River

the soul bleeds against stony edges of

injustice, churning up

memories better left to settle


except bubbling up also

from fathomless depths, hope

irrepressible, clearing the way

to the surface and sun


see now, carp of joy

bounding upstream

red and golden


back to the source



Sometimes we want to

lock pain in, close

the door fast, take leave

where it cannot




or heal





we feel

it, still


Time comes to find

the door ajar

inside, the familiar

older, condensed

upon itself, pain


Fitting into the hollow

like a stone from your

pocket, leaping into your palm

you remember its




worn smooth

from long carrying


You could hide it

away again


bring it into the

light, discovering

streaks and sparkles

you could not see

until you opened your hand

to let go

Little Returns

Putting in moments of

parenting,  gains and losses

add up


The hours of chauffeuring

picking up and dropping off, rush

and wait, items left behind


Teaching them to help, playing

a long game, banking

against efficiency


Measuring days by

teeth lost, shoe size

and how quickly

they grow


This is it, childhood’s prime time

the real estate of life


Success, luxury, vanity, none

compare to the blessing

of kissing good night

my child, safe


For the richest memories, sweet

and surprising, the confidences told

between stories, you

had to invest

the time




entirely upon the breeze

there is a certain fragrant ease

a vernal arrogance, a tease


each shell

each nest

each hole unfurled

each bud

each blossom:

sovereign worlds


and when, at last, the thaw seeps in

unleashed, a thousand thoughts that sing

of spring and wings and newborn things


emerges fierce from dreams of frost

the victor clings and counts no cost

How Becoming

Do not shed your skin only

to wear it as a jacket in polite company


It wears thin, pliability

grows brittle, pretense


Beware most hypocrisy

oily and clinging


Lest your mask

become you


I got beauty in me

that needs to come out, songs

you never heard, stories

in my bones and fire

in my eyes, too bright

to keep secret


yes, the sadness went deep

down to the source, pain

and joy, all soaking up

into spirit and

there it goes

pouring out like water

shining out like light

and singing


look at me

look at this new day

this life

this world

gifts, all

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