To the woman who inspired me to write,
I cannot pretend that I’m not mad at you. There have been days where I’ve ransacked my whole room searchin..
I am a firm believer in leaving space for everything. An empty seat for your grandmother who is running late, a few feet of gravel between you and t..
Poem by Johanna Klaiman
The hardest part about blackout poetry is not deciding what words to use but what words to leave out. Silence speaks louder than words…
Honestly, I hate introductions. You can’t gage anything about a person through one paragraph of their boasts or self-deprecations. It’s hard to deci..