One of our participants in the mark making course sent this poem from Marie Howe as a response to taking the course. We thank her heartily for sending such a heartfelt response.


Even if I don’t see it again- nor feel it

I know it is- and that if once it hailed me

it ever does

And so it is myself I want to turn in that direction

not as a toward a place, but it was a titling

within myself,

as one turns a mirror to flash the light to where

it isn’t- I was blinded like that- and swam

in what shone at me

only able to endure it by being no one and so

specifically myself I thought I’d die

from being loved like that.

Marie Howe

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