LB’s NOTE: Some people really know how to live. Others know how to tell us about life. Leslie Coff is one of the rare ones who does both. Simultaneously, even:
by Leslie Coff
We had the house on the hill.
Author: lcoff
Life is funny and sad, fast and slow and too many times, intolerably painful.
I write from my own life and the lives of others – of our awkwardness, our brokenness, our eccentricity – our beauty. I aim to blend the humor, the spiritual and the true. You see, we are all – all of us – connected in our humanity.
Chaos, Kindness & The Flood of Garlic
LB’s NOTE: I don’t like to analyze other people’s writing. I read it – or watch it – and I feel it and that’s that. But when I read this poem I felt something new.
I felt like I was reading and watching our entire world. Volume after volume after episode after episode of human life, in just a shade over a thousand words.
What does it say to you?
I Am Not Afraid of Hell
LB’s NOTE: Writers and other artists often tend to think of themselves as alone in the way we think and feel about, well, everything.
We’re publishing this short poem by Leslie Coff to let you know that isn’t the case. Every creative person I’ve ever known has struggled with the same issues…and I kind of like Leslie’s solution.
In fact, as we say in the writers room, “Works for me!”
The Worst Thing That Could Happen
by Leslie Coff
When I was a little girl living near Chicago, I imagined that the worst thing that could happen would be if a tornado hit my school.
Several times during the school year our principal would get on the loudspeaker and announced “Operation Ajax” — which meant that we would line up at the door and proceed into the hallway where there were no windows…
…sitting against the walls with our heads between our knees — our arms protecting our necks against potential flying glass.