Author Archives: juliebifano

February 7, 2013

“Being deeply loved by someone gives you strength, while loving someone deeply gives you courage.” -Lao Tzu

February 4, 2013

“If you judge people, you have no time to love them.” -Mother Teresa

January 30, 2013

“All you have to do is write one true sentence. Write the truest sentence that you know.” -Ernest Hemingway

January 28, 2013

“Don’t tell me the moon is shining; show me the glint of light on broken glass.” -Anton Chekhov

January 18, 2013

“There is creative reading as well as creative writing.” -Ralph Waldo Emerson

January 17, 2013

“A bird doesn’t sing because it has an answer, it sings because it has a song.” -Maya Angelou

November 27, 2012

“You fail only if you stop writing.” -Ray Bradbury

June 19, 2012

“A blank piece of paper is God’s way of telling us how hard it is to be God.” -Sidney Sheldon

February 3, 2012

“There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed.” ―Ernest Hemingway

January 23, 2012

“Every writer I know has trouble writing.” -Joseph Heller

November 20, 2011

“It seems she hangs upon the cheek of night like a rich jewel in an Ethiope’s ear.” -William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet, 1.5


I sit in the abandoned vehicle and ponder what I have become.

October 28, 2011

“I’m probably writing music now for the same reason as I started writing songs when I was 14-to meet women.”

-Billy Joel



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October 26, 2011

“The pen is the tongue of the mind.”

-Miguel de Cervantes




In the night I lose my breath thinking of your hands on my back

Your smoky lips and long eyelashes

Your deep voice that sometimes you recorded

In the night, you come to me in clips of dream and memory

I learn to sleep often, in an attempt to find you again

In the night, I read a card you wrote me many months ago.

Title: “All that is good and sweet and true came to me because of you”

The hills are rocky and steep, jutting out like knives.  Reminisce of others lay cracked and dull at the foot.  Looking up I can see her, even through the clouds.  So peaceful, gracefully floating like mist between the valleys staring at the snow-capped peaks.  Her sky dance around the sun is a hot and cold one.  One you can feel.  An eclipse of a goddess, moves freely above oh so high playing with light and shadow.  The breeze oh so gentle for her-lifts her hair like those lifting the train of a wedding gown.  I see parts of her flash before me as if the wind carried her down piece by piece.  Her blessed feet, so tender so soft, so perfect, untouched; floating foundation.  Her palms, so clean and healthy joined to an unscared wrist.   Her hands never closed, never flinched.  Two open empty hands.  White veils blow against my face as she gets closer.  Flowers lean, trees point and stare, leaves come and join.  Unveiled her eyes, soulful eyes was all I could see.  The goddess and I wrapped in silk, cocooning us, diffusing the world around us.  Her eyes blink slowly like a resting butterfly.  I watch her breathe, floating, moving, as if in deep waters, I can see dreams of peace and harmony through the woven orb we now live in.  Sharp sparkles ricochet her brilliance in the distance.  Oh how far we seem.  We dance, we spin, we twirl.  She whispers “This is love.”  My empty soul absorbs the beauty she gives.  I whisper back, “I love you.”  I held her hand, she held the void in my chest, corking her beauty inside me.  My eyes flourish, my hair lengthens, ears hear birds sing.  So clean, so pure, oceans of milk below fill the valley.  Legs wrapped around me, we kiss, I cradle her, my hands fit perfectly.  Holding life, an angel, I hold her tight as she spins us like children on a tire swing.  I whisper, “I’ll never let go.” She opens her face with a smile.  In heaven again.  Open arms, fingers on harps, my love, my love.  I love in you everybody, I love through you the world, I love in you also myself.  Ready when you are, for you are the one.  Blissfully yours.


Back to sleep.

Drifting dreamer I’ve become.

October 25, 2011

“I have never started a poem yet whose end I knew.  Writing a poem is discovering.”

-Robert Frost

October 18, 2011

“Anyone who lives within their means suffers from a lack of imagination.” -Oscar Wilde

August 15, 2011

“When you want to fool the world, tell the truth.” -Otto Von Bismarck

August 12, 2011

“No tears in the writer, no tears in the reader.”