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The One Where Charlie Shakes It Off

I’m back! I haven’t been online much lately, and unfortunately I neglected both this blog and my writing. I’ll skip over my private life, because I was planning to move to London but something came up last minute and, long story … Continua a leggere

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The Other Spartan Dude

I love women. Which is not astonishing news since I’m openly bisexual, but for once that’s not what I mean.

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I just got back from Matera, Basilicata, where I attended my very first Writers’ Conference, the Women’s Fiction Festival. Five days that actually felt like two weeks. I cannot put into words how glad I am Chuck Sambuchino brought it up … Continua a leggere

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“What shall we ever do?”

“My nerves are bad tonight. Yes, bad. Stay with me.“Speak to me. Why do you never speak. Speak.“What are you thinking of? What thinking? What?“I never know what you are thinking. Think.” I think we are in rats’ alleyWhere the dead men lost their bones. “What is that noise?”                             The wind under the door.“What is that noise now? What is the wind doing?”                             Nothing again nothing.“Do you know nothing? Do you see nothing? Do you remember“Nothing?”    I rememberThose are pearls that were his eyes.“Are you alive, or not? Is there nothing in your head?”                                                                    Butthat Shakespeherian Rag—It’s so elegantSo intelligent“What shall I do now? What shall I do?”I shall rush out as I am, and walk the street“With my hair down, so. What shall we do tomorrow?“What shall we ever do?”                                     The hot water at ten.And if it rains, a closed car at four.And we shall play a game of chess,Pressing lidless eyes and waiting for a knock upon the door. – T. S. Eliot, The Waste Land Love is not a war. It’s a Chess game. Annunci

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The Spinster Syndrome – Why are we still talking about this?

A couple of days ago I was talking to a friend of mine who lives in the States. We’ve known each other for 4 years, and she’s a very shy, very sweet person. She was sad though, because she’s 39 now … Continua a leggere

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