Poems Songs of a chained heart Guidelines To play the game, for a slave, means to obey the rules... Fiction Work of fantasy, these stories are dreams, scenes imagined and events wished to become reality

main faces of me my submission ink on paper friends art awards Updates Site Map Guestbook Pains of Love be sweeter far than all other pleasures are. John Dryden Naked, you are simple as one of your hands, smooth, earthy, small, transparent, round: you have moon-lines, apple-pathways: Naked, you are slender as a naked grain of wheat. From what materials - agate, quartz, wheat - did your body come together, swelling like baking bread to signal silvered hills, the cleveage of one petal, sweet fruits of a deep velvet, until alone remained, astonished, the fine and firm feminine form? Pablo Neruda