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“My destination is no longer a place, rather a new way of seeing.” ― Marcel Proust

Monday, February 24, 2025

COLORS

She wrote on the excess of daffodils.
Her thoughts were equally excessive.
They discussed the situation.
She wrote yellow thoughts
yellow loves
yellow inhibitions
and yellow anger.
The answers flew by in glorious black.

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Linda Danz at 12:48 AM

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About Me

Linda Danz: A native New Yorker, I was born on the lower East Side before it was trendy. Way before. Years ago, when the corporate world of magazine publishing booted me out the door, I picked myself up, dusted myself off and decided after struggling as a painter for most of my adult life that I would struggle as a writer. The idea for my novel “A Birdhouse In Brooklyn” came from an original idea I had for a screenplay, “The Birdhouse.” While writing that screenplay—a collaborative effort—I felt my story was bigger than a movie and I began in earnest to write it as novel. The novel is entirely a work of fiction. Names, characters, business organizations, places, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or used fictitiously. The use of names of actual persons, places, and events is incidental to the plot, and is not intended to change the entirely fictional character of the work. A BIRDHOUSE IN BROOKLYN has been registered with the Writers Guild of America, East #R20993 (June 13, 2006). No part of it may be posted or reprinted without permission from the author, Linda Danz. All photographs, unless otherwise credited, are mine.

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