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

Tuesday, November 12, 2024

Can’t go to sleep
The bottle’s not empty
Yellow jackets 
Sneak in
Through cracks in the window
Like drunks thrown to the curb
Begging forgiveness
In the dead of night
while the living write blurbs
for the apocalypse

10.25.18
Cons.Gardens.

Linda Danz at 12:38 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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