About the author

Michelle Blower

"Hello. You may not have heard of me before- or if you have, stop stalking me, that was a long time ago and it is time to move on. Seriously though, I am a writer (obviou....) with a BA in Literary Studies and a Doctoral Degree in Metaphysical Science.

I enjoy experimenting with prose, poetry and formulae. I want my writing to be genuine, meaningful, thought-provoking and a little bit funny. I hope to pull at the heart-strings and make them twang. I am not trying to follow a well-trodden path but to carve my own path. It is just something I do and I cannot undo it, you understand?

When I am not writing I am attempting dangerous DIY projects. Just this weekend I became glued to my attic floor whilst wrestling with evil expanding foam. And if anyone knows a plumber, please let me know... Bye."

I dance on the beach. The steps shape the sand through a conjuration of the imagination that resembles a sacred ritual.

The drawn woman rises from the sand, dives into the Ocean water, and disappears between the waves.

My mind turns to the wonder of the sky and becomes a gull that flies until exhaustion. It rises from the sky, plunges into the ocean water, and disappears between the waves.

I choose the mysticism of the ocean and swimming among wild rocks. I dance with the women of the sky and fly with the gulls of the waters.

Orange time swallows the red ocean. The purple horizon kisses the yellow moon.

Now I know I am just a speck of color. A spot of color that only the woman who loves me can see.

Michelle writes about existence and love.

Feelings polished with creative emotion have a secret accord with talent and poetic sensitivity.

The author creates the world that he invites us to discover.

Love and love relationships have the sweet freedom to ignore mundane rules.

A disregard is born to break the so-called predetermined recipes.

We are talking about the freedom to choose what you feel you want.

Michelle does everything the way she wants.

And he does it well.

We are told how human malice and brutality strike honest and beautiful feelings. They are scattered on the ground like a star broken into pieces by the blood-stained light.

Michelle has the generosity to take care of these deep wounds patiently, transforming them into a collection to which she gives a name: “Golphino.”