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”

What if that is joy, by Britta Benson

I wrote this poem yesterday, during an expressive writing workshop in the space of ten minutes and I’ve not done a lot to it. I like the loose structure. What if that is joy? What if that is joy? Your wild. Mine. The random stuff we carry, and that doesn’t make any sense. Things weContinue reading “What if that is joy, by Britta Benson”

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