I’ve only got a wee found poem for you today. I love found or blackout poetry. Especially on days like today, when I’m feeling a little under par and uninspired. Somehow, this found poem was exactly what I needed to hear. I love that about creativity. Here’s the typed up version. Easier on the eyeContinue reading “She looked at joy, by Britta Benson”
Just a little blackout poem I did yesterday, while waiting. I accompanied my dad to the dentist. I sat in the waiting room, scribbling away, having fun… Absurd, and still, I like it.
So… right now, I’m in an explorative mood. Well, I’m always in an explorative mood, but currently, this also involves scissors, glue sticks and occasionally a black marker pen. Here’s a blackout poem I did last night. I’m particularly pleased with the result and I feel it deserves a spot on my blog. By theContinue reading “Mother, mother, mother, by Britta Benson”