When I was a schoolboy and was given my own room, I established the Republic of Rumia with myself as sole inhabitant and Supreme Dictator General For Life. Rumia was where my imagination was fertilised, where my toy animals became a reserve forest, where my cars had a highway built for them, and where I was king, rebel, police, pirate...anything I wanted to be. Rumia disappeared when we moved away to a smaller house. It is for me the natural name for my blog.
Messages - an exchange
Send me no messages that are not poems - I have no space for prose. - me
Poem is but a sister of prose. How mean, You chase the sister, But refuse entry to her brother. - Neel