author | poet | thread artist
I am a storyteller and a poet.
I use words and thread, pencil and needle, paper and fabric.
my work is an ongoing conversation with myself.
a big basket of posts that don’t seem to fit in anywhere, but that are still full of beauty
i woke up this morning with joy, a dead bird within my chest. she just lay there. curled up, a weight of dead feathers; throat silent. and i wanted to mourn her, rail angrily against the poisonous seeds that had stolen her. cancer. depression. death. fear. anger. loneliness. foreignness. distance. and all the dark things…
liezel graham