From J. Ivy’s notebook — the original handwriting.
Every poem starts the same way — ink, a notebook, and a truth that will not sit still. Turn the pages.
“I need to write.”
“Faith is the net I use to catch my breath.”
“We turn lemons into limelight.”
“Our muscle memory is made up of miracles.”
“Dreams don’t come true. They are true.”
“This is for the poets.”
“We are the descendants of survivors who dared to dance in the rain and say, look at me shine.”
