Monthly Archives: April 2014

Brief Candle

Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow, creeps in this petty pace from day to day; to the last syllable of recorded time; and all our yesterdays have lighted fools the way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle! Life’s but a … Continue reading

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New Love Poem (by Poet Dressed in Black)

I sold a few chapbooks at my readings. Made a few ducats. It felt a little odd selling my art. But I can get used to it. Initially, reading in public felt odd. Now, I enjoy it. Baruch described my … Continue reading

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New Bag for an Old Bag

I’m an old bag now. Ain’t no spring chicken. Chronologically speaking. But as far as I’m concerned, my life is just starting. I feel great. I’m excited. I’m happy. I’ve sacrificed. I’ve suffered. I’ve struggled. I’ve worried. I’ve panicked. I … Continue reading

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Up to the Mic, and into the Light

I’m listening to Must Be the Season of the Witch, by Donovan. A song that came out in 1966, a few months before I was buried, I mean, married. I was sixteen. April, the month I was born, there will … Continue reading

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