Her Mystical Ideas Were Foreign

young of course but strong homeless sometimes resilient always she came to us on a Tuesday walked up the hill carrying an old suitcase full of her plays and poems her ideas were magical. they came at all kinds of times while she was sleeping, vacuuming, taking care of the children. She was the most prolific writer we had ever never known. You could not get close to her for her mystical ideas were foreign and did not it into other’s schemata but that did not prevent us from being captivated or from loving her.