Empty Sheets: A Poem
In the lonely quiet Of empty sheets That no longer rustle I whisper his name And reach out To caress A back that Isn’t there. Enduring the cold silence Of phantom forms With an invocation Of a name Etched on my skin. Photos by David Stroup About Laurie: “Fantastically original concept,” reviewers say. “An art-born world full of prophecies, enchanted creatures, and wishes that come…









