By: Tessa Campbell Because my feet are like fish that flop helplessly below me, I decide to walk on my hands but my hands, sharp like knives, carve a path everywhere I go so I can never hide. My father says that the key to my success is to climb beyond where my fish feet…Continue Reading Carving My Path
By: Jordyn Taylor It began with all the poetry weirdo’s & worriers, and warriors, Worried that their words would be whisked away rather than Wondered, if their wisdom would be wasted on weakness. When you want to work, breathe in the wisdom of others And confidence will follow. Warriors can be wanderers too. It began when willow trees blew whimsical…Continue Reading Poetry Weirdo’s & Worriers & Warriors