Ieva Melgalve's Writings
Every day this dayI drown in the crisp morning airWhirlingDown my throat and into my lungsMixedWith words and sounds andexhumed fumes of the world Every day this dayI push the air out of meSlowly lightly slippery redEasy as the birth of my second child And then it is born into me againOpen-eyed tight-fistedCold fever tearing apartMy firstborn childFor a split...
I started out at early age, identified myself as a "writer" when I was 12. At age of 14, I wrote and published a short essay which included some borderline expressions and created quite an uproar in my home country. I have been struggling with the...