Marianne's Blog

Can you fix yourself Time's grip twists the shell. Don't sell yourself short; You've got a few good years left. Well time...

Portland poem. Weird sadness, I’m on the cusp of crying Sheer madness, in the dusk I’m dying I sigh and drink the old corked ...

One Million Negative Another Poem based on bad Yelp reviews of a hotel, this time based in NYC I am people watching. Do you know me? ...