Press your ear to my heart

Stitching my poetry fragments onto vintage linens.

Press, 2013.

Hanging them on a little board I made next to my bed.

French knots. Three.

Because writing and reading poetry is something that I've loved for so many years. And stitching these words makes me feel whole.

My fragment board.

Please read more poetry and eat more art, peeps. And talk to me about it.