Although I was calm as a child, I had this restlessness about meโthis need and hunger to create my own world. Poetry filled that void, and its words fed that vital necessity of ownership.
Masiela LushaOur nature as sensitive beings is far too complex to break apart, re-examine and reshape in a poem.
Masiela LushaWhile some mothers sing lullabies to their children, my mother read me poetry. And to this day, I associate my strongest and most insistent feelings with words lyrically organized on a page.
Masiela LushaWe stalk the truth as poets, sensualists, a duality, limited insanity. We labor in our muse, carving alphabets of experience into our hearts.
Masiela Lusha