Jo May

Joined June 2021

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Writing for me, is where I allow my hope to begin, it's the knot in my thread that keeps me from unraveling from within. It might be messy, grammatically incorrect, and irrelevant to many, but it is my sanctuary.

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Voice of Resilience
In most cases, if one were to admit they hear a voice often, you might feel the need to skirt around them with caution. I admit, I would do the same if you were to admit to me something so insane.
By Jo May3 years ago in Poets
A Place Worth Saving
Home to me cannot ever be a simple box of walls and doors built on concrete. Home to me is an out of tune piano with music books you have been neglecting. It’s a Kool-Aid stain on the parlor carpet from a time of mischief making and it’s the smell of breakfast upon awakening.
By Jo May4 years ago in Poets
It's O.K.
“It’s o.k.” I mumbled the words eyes fixed on the letters I had scratched into the bark less tree in front of me with brittle broken nails. The rasped breathing of some maddened monstrous beast disappeared into the curl of mutilated plant life. My eyes turn in its direction waiting for the dark shape to fade, my deteriorating mind repeating in circles the same thing over and over, “It’s o.k.” the letters manifesting before me even in mangled shapes from leaf and branch.
By Jo May5 years ago in Futurism

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