Month: April 2016


Komorebi- The sunlight that filters through the trees Meraki- The soul, creativity, love put into something The first time I wrote a poem Was when I saw you On the forest floor With the komorebi Kissing every inch Of your skin- Your hands Weaving wildflowers … Continue reading Flechazo.

The spaces between.

Poetry is not

In the words

It is in

The spaces between-

So heavy

With feeling

That when

The poet shivers

You feel

The cold.

-The Girl Lost In The Bookstore

I’m back, people! Well, till my next exams anyway. How have you been? I’ve missed you all!

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