The first time I noticed Maia, was not too long ago, in one of
the many Internet message boards for writers, when I was
scouring the boards for help to review and edit my English
She was one of the vital sparks of the AbsoluteWrite board,
offering the many aspiring writers there, her counsel to
master the craft of writing.
I was tempted to contact her and debated for several days
whether to do so, but when I did, she answered at once,
inviting me to forward one of my best stories for her perusal.
That's how a friendship started, bouncing stories, poems and
essays back and forth electronically, in so warm a manner that
all doubts that had arisen at the beginning - such as if I was
interacting with a human or a robot or electronic person -
were surmounted. She was a kind, real bone and flesh woman.
Amazed by her excellent work on reviewing and editing two of
my stories, I asked her for some samples of her own literary
works, and she flooded me with poetry and essays written in
this latest stage of her life - she told me that in the
middle of the 90s, when her seven children were grown, she
abandoned all of her worldly things, (except her laptop),
including her gift to write fictional stories for profit, and
even her real name, to become MAIA, a philosopher and
"a thinker/teacher of the truth," as some call her.
I read thoroughly her poems/essays and... hey!... I realized I
was before a brave writer and revolutionary, a fighting woman;
one of those solitary warriors, like the "Ingenious Gentleman
of the Sad Figure" who tried to put the world in order.
Respectfully I admit that I snickered at it, but as time
passed by I did understand she was right, the world is getting
upside down. She was, too, needing help for her solitary
fight - fight against our modern conquerors; modern
exploiters; modern lords of wars; modern political crooks
wearing a cravat and charming smiles to deceive and steal
Is she in the right lane to achieve her purpose? I don't know,
but I decided to be one of her Sancho Panzas, to assist her in
her long, long journey to "mend the world" as she puts it in
one of her essays.
And here we are, happy to present a small quantity of her vast
literary and journalistic work (of her second life), along
with some other artists and writers of the world who follow
the same line.
You are invited to send your comments to her or any other of
our collaborators. Also, if you are moved by this dramatic
calling, you are invited, too, to become a new Sancho Panza or
perhaps apostle? Who knows? Try it... help us to mend the
world before it explodes or is convered in deserts or
glaciers. Who knows what fate will be most deserved by us,
thanks to our misuse of it?