New York, NY   

Another day, another cup of coffee

"We die. That may be the meaning of life. But we do language. That may be the measure of our lives." -Toni Morrison

Connecticut    Imagination; where stories are born and bred.

Forgo the parable.

F    But a caged bird stands on the grave of dreams his shadow shouts on a nightmare scream his wings are clipped and his feet are …