Franck’s a manic-depressive loser, so you know a low is coming soon after this high, but the screen goes black before we see him crash.
They bitch about how controlling he is, but don’t dare to contradict him or call him out for the ways he bullies them.
A Fable of SurvivalI read a 1962 poem by John Ciardi.
It would be a shame if no one saw this but me.
The walls of her space are covered with canvas after canvas with nothing but the word ‘LOVE’.
This isn’t a list of disappointments. Not exactly.
He was reticent at first. But I gained his trust, so the flood gates have opened.
Not a shining moment for anyone involved.
I know to thank people when they offer compliments and to ignore “suggestions” or criticism.
I see too many movies.
I don’t go many places in my two days in San Francisco. I make no plans apart from visiting Joan Mitchell at the museum and reading and talking at the…
Ever since I wrote about the bookstore coming to Bridgeport, I stop by their window and watch it fill with books and bookshelves. One time, the guy…