Category: the basket of random posts filled with beauty
a big basket of posts that don’t seem to fit in anywhere, but that are still full of beauty
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
And so, the storm came for you. Bent, from the spirit down all the way to your fears. You stood, as wave after wave sucked the air from your lungs. A new birth; in reverse. But, I have come to plant seeds in that diagnosis. Hope. Tender, fragile, indissoluble hope. Is a giver of life,…