Monthly Archives: April 2012
b ~ The yellow fog that rubs its back upon the window-panes, The yellow smoke that rubs its muzzle on the window-panes
There are days when the despair settles in. It wraps around you like a blanket; seeps under your nails, wraps into your hair like the scent of smoke. There seems to be no escape from the oppressive fog that blocks
b ~ The yellow fog that rubs its back upon the window-panes, The yellow smoke that rubs its muzzle on the window-panes
There are days when the despair settles in. It wraps around you like a blanket; seeps under your nails, wraps into your hair like the scent of smoke. There seems to be no escape from the oppressive fog that blocks
a ~ The yellow fog that rubs its back upon the window-panes, The yellow smoke that rubs its muzzle on the window-panes
One forsythia lived and one forsythia did not. My dad planted them a couple of springs ago. He thought one would have a nice shape. He thought the other would eventually loom over the driveway and bother the cars. The
a ~ The yellow fog that rubs its back upon the window-panes, The yellow smoke that rubs its muzzle on the window-panes
One forsythia lived and one forsythia did not. My dad planted them a couple of springs ago. He thought one would have a nice shape. He thought the other would eventually loom over the driveway and bother the cars. The
a ~ Talking of Michelangelo
My Italy experiences had nothing to do with Michelangelo, in as much as any Italy experience can have nothing to do with Michelangelo. Italy trip 1995: I thought I was going to Paris. I only discovered the surprise plan when
a ~ Talking of Michelangelo
My Italy experiences had nothing to do with Michelangelo, in as much as any Italy experience can have nothing to do with Michelangelo. Italy trip 1995: I thought I was going to Paris. I only discovered the surprise plan when
b ~ Talking of Michelangelo
What is art? That is the great debate. I’m not sure if it’s definable, at least not with the words we have in our grasp. I feel that it is intentional, a manifestation of creativity that someone chooses to share
b ~ Talking of Michelangelo
What is art? That is the great debate. I’m not sure if it’s definable, at least not with the words we have in our grasp. I feel that it is intentional, a manifestation of creativity that someone chooses to share
a ~ In the room the women come and go
In the room the women come and go… Virginia Wolf had it wrong. You don’t really need a room of your own. Yes, it would be nice. But a luxury. And even when the writing gods do intervene and I
a ~ In the room the women come and go
In the room the women come and go… Virginia Wolf had it wrong. You don’t really need a room of your own. Yes, it would be nice. But a luxury. And even when the writing gods do intervene and I
b ~ In the room the women come and go
I left home when I was eighteen. I went away to school, and I never looked back. But somehow the universe always gives you what you need. Over the years I have had these amazing women come in to my
b ~ In the room the women come and go
I left home when I was eighteen. I went away to school, and I never looked back. But somehow the universe always gives you what you need. Over the years I have had these amazing women come in to my
a ~ Let us go and make our visit
For a couple of months I’ve had a recurring sore throat and the reason for it occurred to me just the other night: cancer. It’s so obvious. I didn’t sleep much after that, what with the writing of my last
a ~ Let us go and make our visit
For a couple of months I’ve had a recurring sore throat and the reason for it occurred to me just the other night: cancer. It’s so obvious. I didn’t sleep much after that, what with the writing of my last
b ~ Let us go and make our visit
When I was little the word vacation was synonymous with Cleveland. Every summer we would pack up our Jeep Cherokee and drive several hours to spend a week with my aunt and her husband. She would have a list ready
b ~ Let us go and make our visit
When I was little the word vacation was synonymous with Cleveland. Every summer we would pack up our Jeep Cherokee and drive several hours to spend a week with my aunt and her husband. She would have a list ready
Let us go then, you and I 