Author Archives: Brigitte af Transmorvica

In the cool abstract fog off the sea coast Where the light touches the water And prisms form in sacred geometry The ether of our souls trapped happily Is  where we spend eternity Eden, Nirvana, the land of milk and honey Is where we shoot the breeze we sit on mahogany tree branches Saturated inContinue reading “Poem #1”

It is March 25th. Edit**** This is being published on March 28th. I sent a copy to Cosmopolitan but they took too long. Here we go. Welcome to my life. Edit. The world is at a stand still. Coronavirus has spread globally and the masses have been ordered to isolate and stay indoors. People areContinue reading “Tales of isolation penned by an introvert”