Author: franny

thanksgiving 2016. spent by myself in reflection over those at standing rock protesting the protection of what little land they have left after our forefathers and those that came after slowly took everything away, minus their culture. my trip to the resistance museum in amsterdam, where i saw what the nazis did to the jews… Continue reading orange is the new orange…

can taste the foreign air…how the sun feels different, how the dogs bark in another language, how i’ll feel at home. ducking into small cafes to drink coffee and eat bread. walking through old streets where history sleeps, i’ll want to smoke and think of hemingway or picasso…go back in time when there were no… Continue reading almost…

soon. i’ll be on a plane heading east, to the city of lights. looking forward to it now…it’s getting close. only 2 more french classes left but i’m confident i’ll be able to communicate at the very least, be able to get myself around and understand a little. knowing spanish has helped. i’ve added some… Continue reading now and again…

and i feel betrayed… i’ve punched through the bubble plastic and this side is full of little pains and the non-elastic, the time clock ticking away at moments that never last, that lead to the next, closer to the dark, dark, dark… nothing can hold it back, not the jamieson, not the sparkling wine, the… Continue reading dotage comes…