This year has been a strange one for me. People I grew up with, died one after the other. People I have just met are also falling apart. The climate has been erratic too. I am convinced that the only consistent thing is change.
This is how the cover of my first book of poetry looks like. By day, I am not a poet.By night, neither. As one ages, one needs to explore something not explored yet. The psyche. Perhaps in my other life I WAS a poet.Perhaps I was the female Aristotle. :) Would you buy this book? It is about to be printed. Even if you would not buy it, it would still be printed. Childbirth is not something you can halt!