by Laura Lentz — My fascination with all things to do with penises began with my father’s, when he strutted into the kitchen with his blue boxes shorts for his first cup of morning coffee, where a faint, thin public hair teased at the opening,...

by Laura Lentz — I loved you. I mean I loved you. Do you understand how the clouds of our lives part to infinity and then our love is all it ever was and all it will ever be, while one of us (which one...

by Laura Lentz — When I was first a manager, at a publishing company in Los Angeles, I was a lot like Trump or Harvey Weinstein. It’s true that I had emulated the men in top at the company, and I was known as someone...

by Laura Lentz — You must wake up and it will be the first thing on your mind, and the last thing as you go to sleep.  You must taste the letters that form words and swirl them around in your mouth like expensive, aged...

by Laura Lentz — When we write our books, we have to often dive into the person we used to be to make it come to life.   I remember writing in a poem to a lover -  Love all of me, put your hands on...