my own conversation with warhol.

i like my alone time.  serene solitude.  quiet moments where i can manifest and ponder.  however, sometimes in my restful respite the odd lad or lass pops in to offer his or her companionship.  he’s an artist or she’s a muso.  he’s a pop culture icon or she’s a rock legend.  i seem to appreciate…

35 days on the (yellow brick) road.

“you’re on your own.  and you know what you know.  and you are the one who’ll decide where to go.”   -dr. seuss it is the strangers you meet on the road that you end up falling madly in love with.  the likeminded drifters that become darling soul-friends.  at least that is what my literary…