Call My Name By Laura J. Oliver
June 22, 2025 No Comments
If it weren’t for the fact that we have had overlapping lifetimes, I’d think I’m a reincarnation of the celebrated astrophysicist and poet of the
If it weren’t for the fact that we have had overlapping lifetimes, I’d think I’m a reincarnation of the celebrated astrophysicist and poet of the
One summer afternoon, before I’d entered first grade, I climbed a rickety metal stool near the kitchen sink and discovered a lemon meringue pie resting
I seldom donate money to anything but dire causes—children in need of food, animals in need of kindness, elections that need winning, my wardrobe —that
Editor’s note: Join us for Spy Night with Laura Oliver, who will be reading her work in the Stoltz Listening Room at the historic Avalon
My dog Leah can see a squirrel at night and people approaching a mile down the road, but she can’t see herself in the mirror.
Note: On June 4, Laura Oliver and Andrew Oliver will be reading stories as part of the Spy Night Series at the Avalon Theatre. Doors
What’s worse than spotting a quarter-sized spider on the ceiling above your bed as you turn out the light? Instantly switching the lamp back on
Can you feel me staring at you as you sleep? You are as still as my pink robe tossed at the foot of the bed.
I leave at 3:20, having not yet taught myself to check the traffic on the Chesapeake Bay Bridge hours before any intention to cross it,
Here’s what old people do. They talk about their aches and pains and what they had to eat at their most recent meal. Grilled cheese,