Burgundy velvet, crisscrossed in very thin gold wire set in diamond patterns.

Are there really indiscernibly impossible places between places, hidden in plain sight and populated by strangers we would somehow feel we knew, should we ever stumble from the realities we believe that we perceive into the hidden realms that have seemingly awaited our arrival for time undefinable?

Places hidden in the angles between corners, rowdy places full of music and song and mirth from which sound never manages to escape other than through dreams and visions and imagination? Places where everyone is lost but finally, for the first time, one finally feels at home?

Long hair shimmers, of an instant in waves of pale gold, on another in shimmering shades of burnt umber and finally in cascades of undulating russet, eyes twinkling in cyan and emerald and undefinable shades of a profound dark, whether brown or black or violet hard to tell, set in faces of ebony and alabaster and all shades in between.  Lips always full and threatening pouts but instead opening in perfect ivory smiles. Slender, long legged, high waisted with full breasts and long slender necks.

Fires playing in hearths telling fortunes, past, present and future, but who knows where or whose and anyway, no one really caring, a place meant for minutes, for experiencing instances free of memories or aspirations, perfectly perpetual heres and nows. Happily lost places for happily lost souls.

Places between places, hidden in plain sight and populated by strangers we somehow feel we know as we stumble from the realities we believe that we perceive into the hidden realms that have awaited our arrival for time undefinable.

Places hidden in the angles between corners, rowdy places full of music and song and mirth from which sound never manages to escape other than through dreams and visions and imagination. Places where everyone is lost but finally, for the first time, one finally feels at home.

Burgundy velvet, crisscrossed in very thin gold wire set in diamond patterns.
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© Guillermo Calvo Mahé; Manizales, 2018; all rights reserved. Please feel free to share with appropriate attribution.

Guillermo Calvo Mahé (a sometime poet) is a writer, political commentator and academic currently residing in the Republic of Colombia although he has primarily lived in the United States of America (of which he is a citizen). Until recently he chaired the political science, government and international relations programs at the Universidad Autónoma de Manizales. He has academic degrees in political science (the Citadel), law (St. John’s University), international legal studies (New York University) and translation studies (the University of Florida’s Center for Latin American Studies). He can be contacted at guillermo.calvo.mahe@gmail.com and much of his writing is available through his blog at http://www.guillermocalvo.com.