Lark Hanshan
Bio
A quiet West Coast observer. Writing a sentence onto a blank page and letting what comes next do what it must.
Stories (38/0)
- Top Story - December 2022
The wake
Coffee at the top Watch the sunrise together His ashes and me
By Lark Hanshanabout a year ago in Poets
Sunrise
Comfort once was walking behind as his shadow, one his grandparents would remark upon when absent It was sitting in the passenger seat of a blue Ford Focus in silence on a Sunday night as rain streaked across the windows, the pit in my stomach of course attributable to love for he would only be irritated he had to drive me home because he cared that I worked towards my license
By Lark Hanshan2 years ago in Poets
Doric
He wants to ask them when their big day is. The small lady leans into the side of her love like fronds of a fern curling together. Their fingers brush as they walk, a familial mark of being and belonging, the kind that comes from quiet chatter over late nights and has been founded over arguments so large and so small that they could mean the world or not at all.
By Lark Hanshan2 years ago in Fiction
- Top Story - September 2022