VANESSA F. FOGEL

I write. Delete. Re-write. Trash my computer. Frown. Write. Smile. Re-write. Delete. Re-edit. Uffff, I’m tired.
When greediness is justified. Oh, Mornings…

When greediness is justified. Oh, Mornings…

Books & Benches. In dialogue.

Books & Benches. In dialogue.

things you find on walls

things you find on walls

just a quiet picture

just a quiet picture

a play of sun and wine

a play of sun and wine

Purple Brains. For Sale.

Purple Brains. For Sale.

the borough barista

the borough barista

"But then the outside world starts to join in and has a nervous breakdown on it’s own, so that it starts to get hard for me to know where Mum’s madness ends and the world’s madness begins."

imageFrom: Don’t Let’s Go to the Dogs Tonight: An African Childhood