"In A. M. Davis' poems we open to realities both immediate and cosmic. Her eye can see a neighborhood's soul flicker and flow down the generations. Her voice carries a rare, spare honesty that goes straight to the bloodstream. Her words, truer in their tempo than our haste and hustle, are telling us we're home." - Joanna Macy, Author of Coming Back to Life"Your Poem Was Magnificent!" - Unknown Street Dweller."Your Poem (Ourselves Walking) opened up my clients where other therapeutic modalities failed". - Anonymous"I am that ceaseless thing. /Little quakes/ on the surface/ and beneath/ the water." A. M. Davis' We Have Always Been The Universe is a collection of poems that spring forth from an immense creativity that has been harnessed in vital restraint in order to take her readers on a step-by-step journey.Precisely observed, using spare and lyrical language, these poems evoke the "little quakes" of everyday spiritual insights that resonate according to a cosmic pattern.A meditation practitioner who lives in Oakland, California, A. M. Davis has created a volume of poetry that, like Emily Dickinson's poems, find the cosmos dwelling within her neighborhood gardens: "And I have learned to take my liberation in drunken swigs/ I have taken it in both hands and poured it over me... for I have seen the crazy mad/ impossibility of flight/ on wings of the bumblebee in clover"

Remi Leone's marriage to Edgar was short, and as she prepares for his wake, her late husband's only living son is expected to return to the Bleue - a small Isle off the coast of France. When the enigmatic young man finally arrives, he impresses upon her his immediate dislike. Between his temper, her overbearing family, and the discovery of unsettling love letters written for her, Remi is lost.Benoit Leone is angry, and sixteen years away from the island he once called home has done little to ease his unhappiness. With a wound far deeper than a mere chip on his shoulder, Ben approaches his father's death like a building storm. He senses something is amiss, and it starts with the growing suspicion that his father was murdered.Phantoms roam the halls of the manor, and between forbidden passion, a hidden treasure, and rumors of a curse, the darkness creeping through the cracks in the walls threatens to bring the people closest to Remi down. Malison Bleue is a French, Gothic romance, drenched with horror and suspense. Where there are ghosts, there is also foul play.