So, Paris, a poem

So, here is poem that I wrote while sitting by the Seine… Paris in a word- magnifique, though the descriptor may sound absurd, The city has a charisma, an unintentional charm a power that is surprising so great it disarms, I feel immersed across the ages, as if Hemingway and Monet are by my side…

So Ernest Hemingway, you rock- But why you treat me so bad???

So, I finally finished A Farewell to Arms by this literary genius called Hemingway. You may have heard his name a time or 2000. I personally love, love, love his writing style. It is plain-spoken and conversational and kind of odd, at least in this novel. Don’t know much about it? It is set in…