Just another beautifully broken memory to write about.
What a sad little story, of a flower that bloomed just to die
And in this very void, in this very hole you will find
That another childless woman so quietly resides.
Inevitable is life, inevitable is poetry and with accepting that comes something beautiful and profound.
Sitting, she was hopeful.
Standing, she was flooded.
Dancing, she was living.
out of 24.
I wasn’t sure if my publishing options were the best value for my own time and money. I didn’t know how I was going to market it or promote it. It was scary thinking something that meant so much to me felt so uncertain. So here are 3 things I wish I had known before publishing my first book Works From A White Room Volume 1 – #TextsAre Poetry.
have you ever woken up one day and the thing you loved the most just didn’t taste the same?
or forever hold your peace.
twenty seven years later.