Wise Elder
She told me she was 2300 years old. I told her she didn’t look a day over 2250. She said cool never heard that one
She told me she was 2300 years old. I told her she didn’t look a day over 2250. She said cool never heard that one
INT. MY LIVING ROOM – DAY I’m on the couch, mid Zoom call with Ted, a young, hungry producer I used to know, who wanted
I surrender now Give myself over to The whisper And the soft music in the walls In the ether Where everything hovers Waiting Even the
Happy Birthday to Pulitzer-prize winning author, Annie Proulx, who turns 84 today and whose fiction transports the reader into pockets of rural America most will
Oh muse,how you fix at me with sleepy eyes your tail a pendulum, back and forthcleaving bloated minutes on the brink(always on the brink)of the
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