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Joy Nibbs

Joy Nibbs

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Freelance Content Writer, Coastal House Media

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sexuality sexual health health

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Fashion, Cinema, Music

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Total articles 61

  • I yelled to the old grave man

    By Joy Nibbs, Dr Mehmet Yildiz| Illumination Verified Passing by an old graveyard I yelled to the old man “Sing me a song of mirth and cheer.” The old man replied with eerily sigh, “I cannot, I only know songs of death and dismay.” I called again with vigor and resolve, “Sing me a song of well-wishes on my way.” The old man looked on with sadness in his eyes, “I can not, I only know songs of the men who have died.” My heart shook within me, but I called out nonetheless, “Sing me a song of merrymaking, one without fear of dying.” The old man...

    By Joy Nibbs, Dr Mehmet Yildiz · Illumination

    Sep. 14, 2024

  • Why choose poetry as a form of personal expression

    By Joy Nibbs, Dr Mehmet Yildiz| Illumination Verified What poetry can do for youPoetry is the whispering voice in the wind. When all the world goes quiet from the storm, poetry speaks loudly. It is the giver of life and relieves grief when mourning is all we know. Poetry is the morning sky after a night of rain. It is the meadow in the hills that takes away your pain. So why choose poetry as a form of personal expression over other forms? Poetry is the base of all forms of personal/self-expression.

    By Joy Nibbs, Dr Mehmet Yildiz · Illumination

    Aug. 16, 2024

  • I yelled to the old grave man

    By Joy Nibbs, Dr Mehmet Yildiz| Illumination Verified Passing by an old graveyard I yelled to the old man “Sing me a song of mirth and cheer.” The old man replied with eerily sigh, “I cannot, I only know songs of death and dismay.” I called again with vigor and resolve, “Sing me a song of well-wishes on my way.” The old man looked on with sadness in his eyes, “I can not, I only know songs of the men who have died.” My heart shook within me, but I called out nonetheless, “Sing me a song of merrymaking, one without fear of dying.” The old man...

    By Joy Nibbs, Dr Mehmet Yildiz · Illumination

    Sep. 14, 2024

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Coastal House Media

Belvedere Tiburon, California, United States