Tuesday, March 1, 2022

endless rain by Lori A Minor

endless rain. . .
another drunk call
to suicide hotline




Lori A Minor (she/they) is a queer, neurodivergent, poet and activist. Recipient of more than 15 haikai awards, they are proud to be included in A New Resonance 12 and to have given presentations at Haiku North America (2019, 2021). Lori’s sixth book, Hot Girl Haiku, is now available.

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