This is my little workspace. On the other side of the curtain there are flowers growing in pots along the windowsill. I love the long pot of geraniums because it reminds me of the windows and balconies in Paris. I write poetry longhand in a red (currently) Moleskine which I carry everywhere with me and then I come back to this table and do my entry work and editing. My Wi-Fi is my outlet to a world which is distant yet always there in my heart.