The light under the clouds. Radical honesty. Curved lines. Making space, unbound, intricate clutter, the edge of courage, palms wide open, the moon a melon skin crescent, paper cuttings of the week and other items found beneath the bed.
Journaling my way through life as a feminist, poetry-writing, book-loving, ever hopeful mum of four. Occasionally sweary.
Your mate who can't stop sending you poems. And poetry book recommends - mainly written by women. Also writing and leaving poems where they are needed.