Author Archives: louisewleonard

From a new poem in Gargoyle 05. Thanks to the editor Richard Peabody

It’s been a joy to write a piece tapping into the the guidance and love I have received in my life from friends, families and good doctors — they are out there. It’s the story of a young girl in … Continue reading →

I thought a long time about Syringa. That she was the beginning of love and the beginning of mourning both. Wasn’t that what Acheron had said the day we met? That I only mourned Alice because I loved her? That … Continue reading →

Well hey(man), that’s just a lie, It’s a lie she tells her friends. Cause the real song, the real song she won’t even admit to herself…  It’s a sad song it’s a song lots of people know. It’s a painful … Continue reading →

Advancing in years has been good for me. As if truth has been an amalgamation of experience, and at last I see reality — It doesn’t hurt to be on the non-commercial side of writing, and finally have a commercial … Continue reading →

What can I say? Mary died. Happy Mary. So did Molly. Molly dressed up in fine clothes and shot herself with a gun she had bought at a local store. It was a curated death — like Kleist’s death with … Continue reading →

New work: “I do not love you,” he finally  said, this boy I had met only once, “except because I love you. I go from loving you to not loving you. I hate you no end.” He was quoting Pablo … Continue reading →

that most of what I read now seems empty. Empty by those under the age of forty because they are just kids, empty under the age of fifty because they still don’t know — we know nothing at all until … Continue reading →

Of course, I don’t know how Paul thinks when he is alone, or even in company. I can only tell how he acts. And how Peggi acts. Which is as if everything is of interest. Which is as if a … Continue reading →