You wouldn’t believe how much I miss reading your blogs, writing, and sharing with you folks. I know it’s an old and tires song . . . Lupus Ugh I hate it. But is sucks my energy from me. The conference with Penguin House is this coming Friday. I’ve been working on the synopsis trying… Read More Ready to Met Penguin House Editor
you smiled even blushed a little. . . you were so cool. . . Kangol, gabardine, Adidas. . . I should have known. . . you were a player. . . smoked all my cigarettes. . . while hypnotizing me with your words. . . they were smooth. . . your eyes were gentle. .… Read More It Was You Once
they don’t see me . . . it’s like they’re blind . . . and I am invisible . . . ~0~ they don’t hear me . . . it’s like they’re deaf . . . and I am silent . . . ~0~ as the page of my life flip . . . my story goes unread . . . the… Read More Old Story
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