We stalk the truth as poets, sensualists, a duality, limited insanity. We labor in our muse, carving alphabets of experience into our hearts.
Masiela LushaAs poets, our lamentations are glorious, filled with the virtues angles would learn to envy.
Masiela LushaI just don't know how to stitch words in a predictable way sometimes. It's a weird instinct I've developed.
Masiela LushaI would like my books to stand as a tool to unbind children from expectations of poetry because it should free the child to self-expression and exploration.
Masiela Lusha