Poems are conceived the way we are. They grow out of wild emotions, macerate for a while in their warm, thick juice… until your body cannot bear it any longer and you must push them out into words. I gave birth painfully first, to still-born things. I gave birth to foetuses… Then one day I … Lire la suite de POESIE : NAOMI B. « Gold » Édition en Anglais Editions Olympia Publishers