The sun appeared out of nowhere
and cast its golden breath
across the furniture.
It stroked the pillows,
ruffled the plant’s rowdy leaves,
upset the candle.
I blinked a couple of times,
and it was gone
as if it had never been there before.
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I’m Erna — writer, poet, devoted cat lady, and a marketer who came to it the strange way, through stories. Slavic mythology sits at the heart of this space, alongside original poetry, book reviews, and honest writing about the creative life.
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