| Booksie Address: | http://www.booksie.com/Laura_Plum |
| Country: | Argentina |
| Favorite book: | Lolita, by Vladimir Nabokov. Ada or Ardor by the same author a closs second. |
| Member Since: | Feb 6, 2009 |
Poem by Laura Plum
Posted: Apr 8, 2009
A woman trying to haev a baby realised she'll never be a...
Tags:creation, life, sex, motherhood, sea
Poem by Laura Plum
Posted: Apr 3, 2009
A lone hiker and a wolf. The hiker learns a lesson. This...
Tags:death, beauty, wolf, nature
Poem by Laura Plum
Posted: Mar 7, 2009
Unexpected things happen to us all. That's life, but ...
Tags:life, path, decisions, crossroads, dilemma, unexpected
Poem by Laura Plum
Posted: Feb 27, 2009
I wrote this when I was seventeen (some moons ago!) and...
Tags:brother, relationship, moon
Poem by Laura Plum
Posted: Feb 25, 2009
Why might a man go out of town?
Tags:sex, man, woman, prostitution
Poem by Laura Plum
Posted: Feb 25, 2009
We got the news two days ago. When tears stopped flowing,...
Tags:love, death, air, grief, family
Poem by Laura Plum
Posted: Feb 6, 2009
The moment in a relationship when the woman cries out to...
Tags:man, woman, relationship, children, protection
Article by Laura Plum
Posted: Feb 6, 2009
How the concept of lunch changes across borders and how...
Tags:food, lunch, argentina culture
Short Story by Laura Plum
Posted: May 10, 2009
A man trying to deal with war in his country's past
Poem by Laura Plum
Posted: Apr 28, 2009
The delicate yet wonderful relationsip of a brother and...
Poem by Laura Plum
Posted: Apr 8, 2009
A woman trying to haev a baby realised she'll never be a...
Poem by Laura Plum
Posted: Apr 3, 2009
A lone hiker and a wolf. The hiker learns a lesson. This...
Poem by Laura Plum
Posted: Mar 30, 2009
Having the courage to leave a drug dealer
Poem by Laura Plum
Posted: Mar 7, 2009
Unexpected things happen to us all. That's life, but ...
Poem by Laura Plum
Posted: Mar 7, 2009
This poem surprised me. I read it and feel uneasy, but...
Poem by Laura Plum
Posted: Mar 1, 2009
This is the second poem, in response to The Escape. A...
Poem by Laura Plum
Posted: Mar 1, 2009
The first in a set of two poems. A relationship has...
Short Story by Laura Plum
Posted: Feb 27, 2009
A night when I was not just the only Brit in the room....
Poem by Laura Plum
Posted: Feb 27, 2009
For anyone who has ever seen the news, read or seen what...
Poem by Laura Plum
Posted: Feb 27, 2009
Thoughts after someone has had an abortion. This is in no...
Poem by Laura Plum
Posted: Feb 27, 2009
I wrote this when I was seventeen (some moons ago!) and...
Poem by Laura Plum
Posted: Feb 26, 2009
A mother waits after her son is released from prison. He...
Poem by Laura Plum
Posted: Feb 26, 2009
Someone goes to the funeral of an ex lover who had been...
Poem by Laura Plum
Posted: Feb 26, 2009
Why honest thoughts should probably not be said after...
Poem by Laura Plum
Posted: Feb 25, 2009
I hate car crashes as I think I'll die in one. A woman...
Poem by Laura Plum
Posted: Feb 25, 2009
The insecurities of being a man
Poem by Laura Plum
Posted: Feb 25, 2009
Why might a man go out of town?
Poem by Laura Plum
Posted: Feb 25, 2009
We got the news two days ago. When tears stopped flowing,...
Article by Laura Plum
Posted: Feb 24, 2009
There are times when shitty stuff happens and you lose...
Poem by Laura Plum
Posted: Feb 6, 2009
The moment in a relationship when the woman cries out to...
Short Story by Laura Plum
Posted: Feb 6, 2009
Inescapable thoughts when you are in a relationship
Short Story by Laura Plum
Posted: Feb 6, 2009
If anyone has ever been to the jungle and spent a moment...
Article by Laura Plum
Posted: Feb 6, 2009
How the concept of lunch changes across borders and how...
They told me that you have to call yourself a writer to be a writer and to believe. I think that's true, even if it is just something you do for yourself.
I have always written and read, travelled and moved, taught and learnt.
I studied English at Liverpool Univeristy and then an MA in Literary Linguistics at Birmingham University. I taught Drama at my old high school before coming to South America almost four and a half years ago. I have been living permanently in Buenos Aires for two and a half years, teaching English, learning Spanish, falling in love and living every last drop I possibly can.
I am currently on a month off work to focus on finishing a novel which was born in my mind as I travelled through Patagonia. It's about happiness. I love poetry and stories and writing down things I notice. There is always a pen and paper handy.
PS. Be sure that I'll find you. No need to ask.