Author Archives: Cassie Jo
A poem.
may my heart always be open to little birds who are the secrets of living whatever they sing is better than to know and if men should not hear them men are old may my mind stroll about hungry and fearless and thirsty and supple and even if it’s sunday may i be wrong for […]
All the soarings of my mind begin in my blood.
I am not a poet. I love to write, I love to read, and I love the art that comes from beautifully written paragraphs. But I am not a poet. Until six years ago, I didn’t even like poetry, and then I discovered Cummings (capitalized only for the purpose of this entry) and the rest […]
Unexpected Liberation 