She looked at joy, by Britta Benson

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”

Mother, mother, mother, by Britta Benson

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”

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