It is good to be confused by poetry.
It reminds you that you don’t know it all.
It reminds you that there is a lot to learn.
It reminds you that the words are fickle and you must learn to love them anyway.
AMV
top of page
Search
Recent Posts
See AllI am feeling taken over by anxiety. My body is a land that is being colonized, ravaged by something outside myself. Something unwelcome....
1. The air is thin now. I breathe deeper and fuller. Inhale; taste the wind. 2. Body. Overwhelmed. Salty tears, mistaken for Sadness....
a collection of affirmations to say and know: I am resilient. I listen to and trust my own desires. I am my own. I do not apologize for...
Post: Blog2_Post
bottom of page
Comments