I See the Moon

and the moon sees me.

You Should See the Other Guy

Poetry

If only poetry had been like this in high school.

Sonny's Place

My new favorite place serves Turkish coffee, baklava and something filled with pistachios...and the fresh babaganoush is delicious!

Opening Line

The bedroom I love most was in the apartment I most disliked.

Cool plaster walls painted gray, hardwood floors with a rich, honeyed patina and white diaphanous sheers at the four six over six, three quarter of the wall height windows.  I think they may have been original to the house.

Boy, I hated that apartment. I hated it with a passion that comes from having made a bad, impulsive choice because I wanted out of cookie cutter apartment complexes and knowing it would be 12 months before I could rectify the situation.  I disliked the aging landlord's son who promised but never delivered.  The kitchen could only be described as character building.  I do recall making shrimp stew over steamed rice there - a testament more to willpower than anything.

But I loved that cool, serene room.

Yet today, in a home I love, there is no room with gray walls.  The hardwood floor - check. The plaster walls - check.  But no gray paint.

Wonder why?