Author Archives: Poet Dressed In Black

About Poet Dressed In Black

Poet. Artist. Grammy of one, a granddaughter. Mom of three, son and two daughters, all grown. Individualist. Care-taker of Isabel, an agoraphobic, fear-aggressive, very nervous, delicate flower, Chihuahua mix.

Is it All it’s Cracked Up to Be?

“Accept the fact that everything that makes up your world is there because you attracted it with your own thoughts. Realize that you can control your thoughts and emotions.” Three YouTube “stars” touted the statement I quoted above. They fell … Continue reading

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Art is a Gamble

Art is a gamble. Maybe you have talent, maybe even genius, but maybe no one sees it. I mean, look at Emily Dickinson. “Ya got sup’m,” Higginson said, “but’cha ain’t ret yet.” Well, words to that effect. Or, you might … Continue reading

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Poverty

I was eighteen. Watched a tv report on President Johnson’s “War on Poverty.” The only image that sticks in my mind is of a rural white woman with small children. Three or four. A social worker asked what would the … Continue reading

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Social Anxiety

I cracked a fortune cookie, pulled out the little strip of paper, popped a piece of cookie in my mouth, and while I munched on it, read my fortune. (They don’t seem to have fortunes anymore, really. Just an adage, … Continue reading

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Writer’s Block

She said, “I’ve heard people say they have writer’s block. I don’t know what that is. I don’t have any trouble writing. I don’t even believe in writer’s block. There’s no such a thing.” That was twenty-nine years ago. I … Continue reading

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Women Writers

I’m reading Eileen Myles. I didn’t know who she was, until I read an article about a “punk poet.” Two words I’m drawn to–“Punk” and “Poet.” Two words I love. Later, I come across her own words: “Can I just … Continue reading

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Magic of the Moon

I got up yesterday morning at 5:15.  I wanted to see the super blue blood moon. I got up later than I had wanted to. Effing insomnia made me lose sleep again, and I was unable to rise at 4:45 … Continue reading

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