I call myself a chronic thinker
A few centuries ago, I’d have been called a Thinker.
Or burnt at stake for being a witch.
My degree is my passport to the world of respectability.
I moonlight as a troubled poet, a warrior princess and a closet sorceress. I am all of these and yet none of them is all of me.All I was born to be really, was a story-teller.
Scheherazade, Galelio, Cleopatra and Salvador have passed through.
This time round, just call me IdeaSmith.