I’ve been writing since I was eight, despite being told that I shouldn’t. Writing revealed too much. This is why I tell my students they should never be afraid to put the truth on the page. I’m a community college English professor, who alternately loves and despairs of her students. I’ve written lots of different things—newspaper columns, academic stuff, poems (including two chapbooks and a forthcoming full-length collection) and a couple of mystery novels, one of which will be published this spring by Barking Rain Press. At this very moment, my dog is sniffing through my trash for a draft of something to chew on. My website: www.laurelpeterson.com
Metropolitan Museum of Art
20th Century Afghan, Cotton and silk, Gift of Diana Vreeland, 1972
The white one fronts the red one
that fronts a black void.
Voluminous folds shroud
manikins that could be male
or female—who cares without
the voluptuous flow of skin?
Men aren’t required to give up their faces,
their bodies, for fashion, for decorum,
just because a woman might lose her self-control,
and with a knife, a gun, her weighted muscles,
demand he strip, so she can sink her fingernails,
her knife tip, into his naked skin.
©2016 Laurel Peterson