Lauren Elrick
The Storyteller
her script blooms, lacing words
to enlist a fate-foraging people,
weaving language to hail
beauty where beauty is due.
flowering chronicle, her diction, soft yet large
braids story to unfold us, an invitation
to unfasten feet from earth, confide
and hold our brittle watercolor hearts
in our hands, ready for rain.
grandeur falls from hum of speech,
her manner scatters fear,
unearths new hues of narrative.
wholehearted, she recovers our lost art,
always spinning light.
her murmur rustles branches, draws
tales of old to surface--sea of legend
tucked among the counterfeit:
we are here, we are alive,
we are enough.
I’m a Twin Cities native, born and bred in the North. As an introverted extrovert with a mishmash of things that tug at my heart, I tend to flit between opposites: people and solitude, strategy and romanticism, whimsy and precision. But amid that ebb and flow, my constant has always been that I'm smitten with words and their power.
Over the years, I’ve composed and edited content for a variety of organizations, companies, and publications and continue to take on an array of projects. I have a knack for telling other people's stories, and writing as a vocation lights a fire at my core. I think it's because story is the thing for which our hearts ache, and words are the conduit for naming the unnamed. It’s why we’re charmed by television and the theater, and it’s why we go on dates, make art, and break bread together.
Writing has always been my soft place to land, my weapon of choice, and my way to unfold the stuff of life. I’m all about the variation, the hard depths, the array and medley of each day and its workings. I’ve always liked absorbing voice and casting influence, and it’s my goal to do our stories justice.
Whatever it is that needs to be said, I want to be the one to say it, and I hope you’ll follow along with me.