Musings on Life, Love, and Linguine-Poetry & Writing
My grandmother’s bedroom was my favorite room in her house. She was without a doubt the most famous person I’ve ever known. She was once a blues singer in Vaudeville, a graceful swan now retired to the country. She had an old-fashioned vanity dresser… Continue Reading “Evening in Paris”
“We cast away priceless time in dreams, born of imagination, fed upon illusion, and put to death by reality.” Judy Garland In my dreams you are there, dark silhouette of a man my sleeping eyes flutter to the hammering beat of the song you… Continue Reading “In My Dreams”
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