Let’s Get Re-Started

How many Sundays have gone by without one of my amazing blackout poems, I hear you ask? I’d be happier to know that you weren’t actually keeping track.

If you were, though, I don’t blame you.

Unfortunately packing for a year abroad means deciding what goes and what stays behind and, you guessed it, most of my art things did get the “I’ll see you when I see you.” which has left me in a little situation. Continue reading