The spark, the idea comes to me, comes knocking at the doors of my mind "Write me, I am yours." The ecstasy, the rapture, the birth of a poem. I am as much mid-wife as mother and each of my children has a different father.
The spark, the idea comes to me, comes knocking at the doors of my mind "Write me, I am yours." The ecstasy, the rapture, the birth of a poem. I am as much mid-wife as mother and each of my children has a different father.
