it is the root of a plant dug up after dark;

the touch of a moth on the veins of your wrist

conferring the sense of having been blessed

the frisson of meant-to-be-ness.

 

it is the black lip of a feral dog

curled into a snarl

by the brutal brief span of life on the streets

where every scent deserves a thousand years...

 

if you don't look at it, it pales;

if you don't cosset it, it loses its edge.

 

but, if you give desire your undivided gaze

you can create a philosopher's stone

golden parody of love

its counterfeit shine enough to sate

senses, appetite, high-fevered blood.

Once upon a time there were 3 girls who lived in the fairytale-city named Edinburgh.
After many a night drinking delicious red wine they decided their ideas should materialize in some shape or form. (although still not sure what ideas, let alone the shapes and forms)
They created No18, slowly...very slowly, but they did.

However, life had more adventures instore.
Edinburgh had to be left behind. The time had come.
Soon they would each spread their wings to inspiring places such as London, Hanoi and Auckland.
Still No18 will unite them forever.
The second issue is in the making...

We are pleased to meet you.
We are Emma, Cate and Elsbeth.

And you are.....?....