ANIKA ELIZ BABY

The personal accompanied by fiction, generous hints of erotica, garnished with the many struggles of being me.


silence

  • Our Silence

    Our words reduced. Stories dropped, killed. We had less, less and lesser to say until we had nothing. Pardon my eavesdropping but this silence too, is a conversation in both desperation and wisdom. Escapril 2023 has begun! I am grieving many losses and there is no better vent than poetry. April 2: Eavesdropping. Continue reading

  • The Nature of Silence

    A million thoughts and ideas mock me everyday, only to come into a dead silence when confronted with an empty sheet. What to write? what to say? What to do next? Silence is a power I wish I exercised control over. But it is a blank slate I use and misuse on many occasions. An Continue reading

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