Back in New York City on a last-minute, unexpected trip. Tagging along with the husband, who is here for work. Staying in a suite in a hotel in Times Square. So. Many. People. I’m here for free — I cannot complain. Been meaning to visit all year. Finally spending time with some of my favoriteContinue reading “NYC”
When I create, I like restrictions. Magnetic poetry flows because I choose the words. Here, I am blank, pulling from within. * I am not empty; I shape from what’s left. I like facts that push against me. A story I mold with the clay in my hands.
Because all at once? It’s a sensory overload. But, honestly, I don’t think Egypt is a place where all pieces fit perfectly.