Antoinette, a/k/a Toni.
Forty-seven.
Poet, writer, editor; a graphomaniac, for sure.
Loves the sound of rain, the smell of homemade ratatouille, the pleasure of company, and the serenity of solitude--not all in that order.
Reads way too much; possibly a bibliomaniac.
Otaku since 1990; fujoshi since 2002. Slash fan and advocate of gender-bending/blending.
Loves Japanese style, gypsy music, manga, anime, Russian poets and poetry over all.
Super keen on movies, crime drama, satire, bad puns, and art.
Fat chick--not into thinspo, fatspo, or any spo.
People watcher, eavesdropper, and fond of hidden places.
Singer in a Sunday choir. No, really.
Speaker of Spanish, French, and Portuguese.
In love with libraries.
Misses the pleasure of sitting on a porch greatly.
Personal assistant to a fighting, biting lightning-fast tuxedo cat.
Working on my first book of poetry--look for Set List in 2012!
Alive and living in the City Beautiful, a/k/a Coral Gables.
Forty-seven.
Poet, writer, editor; a graphomaniac, for sure.
Loves the sound of rain, the smell of homemade ratatouille, the pleasure of company, and the serenity of solitude--not all in that order.
Reads way too much; possibly a bibliomaniac.
Otaku since 1990; fujoshi since 2002. Slash fan and advocate of gender-bending/blending.
Loves Japanese style, gypsy music, manga, anime, Russian poets and poetry over all.
Super keen on movies, crime drama, satire, bad puns, and art.
Fat chick--not into thinspo, fatspo, or any spo.
People watcher, eavesdropper, and fond of hidden places.
Singer in a Sunday choir. No, really.
Speaker of Spanish, French, and Portuguese.
In love with libraries.
Misses the pleasure of sitting on a porch greatly.
Personal assistant to a fighting, biting lightning-fast tuxedo cat.
Working on my first book of poetry--look for Set List in 2012!
Alive and living in the City Beautiful, a/k/a Coral Gables.
Friday miscellanea
Friday afternoon at the Gables branch. Not much to say at the moment. Two high schoolers are sitting nearby, singing pop idol songs, talking about guys they want to marry, and why guys named Neil will never be their husbands.
To say this is banal is an understatement.
So I’ll move on.
I’m pleased with this last instructional poem, and I think I want to write a proper series, Criminal Minds-related or not. It’s fun, and ripe for mischief.
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