“Way down the street there’s a light in his place
He opens the door, he’s got that look on his face
And he asks you where you’ve been
You tell him who you’ve seen
And you talk about anything”
Gerry Raferty, Baker Street
“Way down the street there’s a light in his place
He opens the door, he’s got that look on his face
And he asks you where you’ve been
You tell him who you’ve seen
And you talk about anything”
Gerry Raferty, Baker Street
“Two a.m. and I’m still awake, writing a song
If I get it all down on paper, it’s no longer inside me
Threatening the life it belongs to…”
Anna Nalick Breathe (2 AM)
I have always had a deep reverence for poets and song-writers. With an economy of words that never fails to leave me in awe, Continue reading “On Writing, Catharsis and Joy”
I dredged this one out of the archives: the years after my divorce were long and sometimes lonely ones but ultimately, I am so grateful for all that those years taught me…
All my life I have searched for you
My Prince Charming…
I see it all play out clearly
In my mind’s eye… Continue reading “Prince Charming”