Our power lies in the love forgotten.
To the off-guard guardians, what ways are you adopting?”ml> J. Ivy — The Page
The Page

The notebook

Every poem starts the same way — ink, a notebook, and a truth that will not sit still. Turn the pages.

Handwritten notebook page
From J. Ivy’s notebook — the original handwriting.

In his words
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.
My heart has a microphone.
My soul begs me to sing.
Throw caution to the wind,
play catch with chance.
What's got a hold on you?
How does your inner child affect the older you?
If you don’t deal with your emotions,
one day your emotions will deal with you.
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