Can you remember what was in Little Red Riding Hood’s basket? Well, most of us are just as distracted as she was by the flowers she stopped to pick along the way. And what with the looming presence of the Big Bad Wolf, who can blame us? But you may recall that Grandmother was ailing so her granddaughter was bringing her the perfect fortifying food – wine and cake.
When I am grown up
When I find myself alone again
when the nagging voices have left
their yellow voices an echo only
leaving the door
There is a room in a house somewhere/
i once lived Continue reading “Red room”