"A poem a day keeps the madness at bay" - Almost Bri
It all started with a starling murmuration —
and chancing upon a yellow volume of Sylvia Plath's poetry in the Radcliffe Camera. Wonder and melancholy, the two faces of poetry, beckoned me and bestowed a landing place where I could bear witness to myself. Like a vulture, I circle themes of porousness and separateness, meaning and disillusionment, finding tender morsels in feelings often overlooked.
I'm new to the world of poetry,
which means I'd love to make connections. Kind outreach is welcome.