The sun throws us glittering days
asks us to make peace with glowing wounds
the unhealable
the impatient spaces between
what is and is and is.
-Shawna Lemay, Against Paradise
This is Shawna. She is a poet. A wordsmith. She loves handbags, old typewriters and bacon. When she's not at her desk, turning words into cathartic imagery, she's out with her camera capturing poetry in colours and calm things, or she's hanging out with her family and her lovely black lab.
You can find her at http://shawnalemay.blogspot.com/
asks us to make peace with glowing wounds
the unhealable
the impatient spaces between
what is and is and is.
-Shawna Lemay, Against Paradise
This is Shawna. She is a poet. A wordsmith. She loves handbags, old typewriters and bacon. When she's not at her desk, turning words into cathartic imagery, she's out with her camera capturing poetry in colours and calm things, or she's hanging out with her family and her lovely black lab.
You can find her at http://shawnalemay.blogspot.com/
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