I will always be at my desk, coffee cup in hand, my hair in a mess, a silk chemise barely covering my shivering body as I spill myself in ink onto the blotted page of my consciousness.

So reads a letter I’ve written to the legendary Anais Nin. You can peak into our friendship, the one I keep deep within my imagination, when you read the words I was privileged to pen.

http://www.elephantjournal.com/2015/02/an-open-letter-to-anais-nin/