Prose, Writing

Why I write

I love this text on a brand new draft. It welcomes the countless possibilities that could fill this page. Talking about writing, I have realized that I have never really told you how I came to love writing. I never intended to write. I loved to read. Well, I think I inherited my love for… Continue reading Why I write

Poetry, Writing

Holiday morning

The dim ringing and the morning lights After the dark peaceful lofty nights Aren’t enough to raise me out of the slumber, Rendering me into a state of relished languor. And no haste must be spared To wake my sleeping beauty now compared To a hysterical toddler under the covers While the morning brings poets,… Continue reading Holiday morning