A blog and burrow by Nicole Buzzelli
Shapeless
The more lines I draw, the less shape I got. But I guess, the more shape too.
i have my body softly
my winter:
I. somewhere, truth and silence are each other. both are empty; both are full. both are vaporous; both are sturdy. be quiet, then be honest. be honest, then be quiet.
II. poetry is a way of being and a way of being experienced. write poetry. be poetry. experience others as poems.