Something inside me – they call it a poetic self – is finally asked to unveil, to show, to develop itself. It has always been there, been part of me, but nobody ever asked it specifically to come to the surface. It is even closer to my true self than…

golden red hues and an embrace as warm as a fireplace welcomed me home did it really happen all of it my feet remember marble my thighs remember stairs my nose breathes in the scent of familiar scented oils from a red satin sash wrapped in the paper so many…