Before and After the storm on August 18, 2009
Central Park, East Meadow
BREATH VISIBLE
A collection of my recent short stories.
READ MY NOVEL: "A BIRDHOUSE IN BROOKLYN"
Self-portrait in a Van Gogh
Woodcut 18"x18"
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.
My Blog List
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Music and Wartime in Ukraine, Part One: Life, or Culture? - In the latest edition of New Voices Ukraine, tQ's new collaboration with 20ft Radio, Neformat, the British Council and Ukrainian Institute, Yaryna Denys...21 hours ago
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The Ghost Population - “In the beginning may have been the Uroboros: male and female, father and mother, mother and child, ego-id and outside world in one. But the Uroboros has b...2 weeks ago
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Mike Porco: From Cabinet making in Calabria to the stage at Madison Square Garden - Bob Dylan Acknowledges his New York Father before a packed house at MSG in 1975 Bob Dylan was busy in the Summer and Fall of 1975. He was spending a l...4 months ago
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Lou Reed’s Droning Guitars - Last night I went to hear Lou Reed’s guitars and amplifiers drone away in the Cathedral of St. John The Divine in New York City. Stewart Hurwood (Lou’s fo...5 years ago
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It is still my story - Sunrise from a hospital room. They say you live and you learn, in my 45 years, I have discovered this is not true. You are never too old to screw your l...7 years ago
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Alea jacta est - Foto: *I.N., Nubes de esta tarde, por el norte, 2012.* Ya hay una fecha y es inminente. Sólo quedan los últimos preparativos y concentrarse para que todo ...12 years ago
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3 comments:
Linda,
I suppose we each have "our" tree - the one to whom we speak each day, who tolerates our grumbling as we shelter from a shower. And choruses with glee on on so many others.
The only solace I have in the gone trees - is the compost piles I've happened on furthering North in the park. Percolating away with life and mystery. I've posted some on my blog.
We should have tree fan clubs!!!
Yes, and I will be member. These photographs, so much beauty and melancholia, I like them very much, and your feet...
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