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.
That mate that insists on sending you poetry. Especially the sort that doesn't require a dictionary. Big on feelings. Fiercely feminist. Home of Poetry Pals Book Club.