Photo Poems, Poetry, writing Ritual April 3, 2015 fhaedra Leave a comment I leak words into a notebook at dawn when I wake I use a fine pen one that glides births words onto paper soundless boundless unread. Share this:Tweet Share on Threads (Opens in new window) Threads Share on Mastodon (Opens in new window) Mastodon Share on Bluesky (Opens in new window) Bluesky Like this:Like Loading…