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Starting Something New

There is a thrill in starting something new and a deeper thrill in revealing a part of myself to others. Right now, I am in raptures! After having journaled, written poetry, prose, and (some) short stories for years, I am proud to share them with you. After having photographed, painted, scribbled, and sketched my way through life, I am excited to show them off a bit (paintings get lonely on walls).

I'm happy to get feedback on the poetry and art that is posted here and I'd love to hear your thoughts on some of my thoughts.

I bid you adieu with this stunning thought:
"With our lives, we make our answers all the time, to this ravenous, beautiful, mutilated, gorgeous world" (Victoria Safford)

Tickled to death to be here doing this,
Poonam

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  1. Aditi FruitwalaMarch 24, 2011 at 3:02 AM

    Poonamben, your artwork is so beautiful! I'm so glad you're posting it so we can all look at it, wherever we are :)

    Hope you're well and I'm excited to see what's to come!

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