off again…
Paris this time. Expect strange and sporadic posts. Pictures too, if I can remember to bring all the camera doo-dads.
I am in here.
Paris this time. Expect strange and sporadic posts. Pictures too, if I can remember to bring all the camera doo-dads.
Complete with pictures! Click on the link to be taken to the picture page! Birthday: Saturday morning, March 25th, a limo picked me up, and my only instructions were to get the limo to Other Patti’s house and pick her up.
Something’s still bothering me from my visit to South Beach last week: Gianni Versace — not the fact that he lived in South Beach, but that he died there. Not even that… simply, the after effects. It’s been almost ten years, folks. Must we hang out there, dear tourists, and have the locals snap pictures … Continue reading still under my skin
I’m feeling it necessary to fold into myself, and be less on the blog… I am actually requested by a dear friend to provide poems for his latest book. A working poet: how do I be that? But at any rate: the topic is tears. This is not because I am sad. I’m not. I’m … Continue reading Folding in to tears