Tag: dreams

• Sophia Loren

  I’m having dreams again, or rather I’m remembering them. Hold my breath, don’t dare tell anyone, in case they disappear. Up in a puff of smoke. Who’s that Italian broad, ran around with Andy Warhol? she was there. Sophia Loren? nah, fashion designer or something. While adjusting her garter she told me, work. work. work.…

  Daniel Flosi

  18/09/2019

  Poetry, Writing

  American, art, dreams, poem, prose poetry, Writing