
A River Stilled (Malta)
Shantha J. Bunyan is a Bi-POC, scuba dive master and former surgical tech who lived abroad as a nomad for over five years before returning to her native Colorado where she currently writes and fights chronic and invisible illnesses. This series of found poetry is made with photos from she took on her travels overseas and words clipped from various magazines and junk mail. Links to her stories and poems can be found at RandomPiecesofPeace.com
See more from Shantha in 9.4 and 9.1 and 9.1