One of my rules for writing: Don’t repeat yourself. Excuse me in this volume—because some of my words are yelled and repeated for effect.
This may sound RATHER funny but I do not consider myself a poet but I string together GOOD WORDS, like hip hop poetry, my own alchemy.
This book is for my granddaughters Cami and Aubrey, close family, old friends, new friends. It was time for me to collect words called poems (again) and do this new chapbook seven years later. This is the second edition of SLEEPS WITH KNIVES | Has It Hit You Yet? The first edition was under my pen-name Laramie Harlow.
There is a long essay in this book Earth Tribes at the Millennium, which I wrote after a dream many years ago.
I collect names: given names, my adoptee name, created names, married names, nicknames, catholic names, the name I pray with, the official driver’s license name and the passport name. The name Lara I chose for me. My missing mother named me Laura Jean Thrall on my original birth certificate.
I never met my mother Helen, though I did meet my grandmother Helen (in secret in 1993).
Eventually I gave myself a gift, a name, a power I will use whenever I need it.
After 10 years of marriage, I took my husband’s last name legally. He was happy.
In this way the pen (and my keyboard) is my weapon, a form of exorcism or retribution for what really happened.
On many occasions I call my poet self “Sleeps with Knives” because I have met sharks and monsters.
Maybe you met some, too.
There is big danger out there. We must all learn to navigate better.