Purple (a poem)
PURPLE Awake in the morning, on a crisp corner of a bright street. He made me a tea latte, a London Fog – nice and neat. Grey lounges readying grey. […]
WGA Strike (a poem)
The LATimes is in the know. Writers will be no-show… they’ll find out when, tomorrow. As the emails go, through the internet. The time will be set. By the Board […]
Gillian Fritzsche 