Paper Crane

I will fold myself into these words paper crane myself into a bird and fly fly far away from reality transform the landscape with words cut from the pages of those who have flown before me I will fold myself up tight become something else entirely transport myself somewhere else entirely fly far away aContinue reading “Paper Crane”

Thesaurus of Blank Pages (Collab)

By Cassa Bassa and Bree Leto It’s difficult to find the words some daysI’m a thesaurus full of blank pagesTrying to dig between the emptinessold stories stare back at mecharacters having a banter partywithout me There must be unfinished business with those ghosts of my pastThey invade my waking momentseating up my creativitythieving all theContinue reading “Thesaurus of Blank Pages (Collab)”

Book Release: All Our Secrets by Bree Leto

There are times when you should be brave and do something you wouldn’t usually do. My ‘brave’ is publishing a book of poetry from my writing adventures from the last year or so. It is available on Amazon in ebook and paperback format. For any Kindle Unlimited users, it’s currently free for you. This poetryContinue reading “Book Release: All Our Secrets by Bree Leto”

A 10th Letter from Secrets

Well, it’s been some time since I have written one of these and I know I have a lot of new followers, so I’ll explain what is happening right now 😄 “S” over at crimsonposy recently nominated me for the Sunshine Blogger Award. Although I appreciate the spirit of the blogging awards, answering questions andContinue reading “A 10th Letter from Secrets”

26th April: My Birthday

Today is my birthday… my blogging birthday. A year ago today, I posted my first few thoughts and now we are here together. I’m surprised I made it. Happy Birthday to all our secret thoughts! I wish I could shower you with gifts and watch your eyes light up, but I have no presents toContinue reading “26th April: My Birthday”

Self-rejection

Self-rejection sounds like the great name for a poem, but my own self-doubt won’t even permit me to pen a few awkward lines. I lock a chain on my words even before they have a chance to form in my mind, trek down my arm and through my fingers. I’m annoyed at my inability to forgettheContinue reading “Self-rejection”

Down

Shut it down Shut it down, shut it off. Removing one small page of poetry is of no importance nor any loss. No one will know and no one will care. To pretend any of it matters really isn’t fair. I am consumed by disgust for my own creativity and clumsy words. When I readContinue reading “Down”