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Death and Time

© 2017 Death and Time Death loves us. She is there. Always. In the shadows.  Waiting. In our most vulnerable moment, she scoops us up and carts us home, to that place of mystery. She is mother. She sets us … Continue reading

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Floundering Through It

I flounder through this life of mine. I’d say, “I’ve lived haphazardly,” but I don’t mean “aimlessly.” I have always had an aim: poetry, writing, art. Yet, here I am, going gray and still trying to get “there.” I haven’t … Continue reading

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Christmas is Hell

This year, Christmas went all right. I envy people who get excited, people who say it’s their favorite time of year. It isn’t my favorite time at all. It’s the worst. Every year, I brace myself, starting on November 1st. … Continue reading

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Life is a Card You Draw

When I was, oh, eight or nine, somewhere around there, I played this Mexican game called Lotería. My aunt had brought the game from New Mexico. (Her husband died of cancer, so she moved to California where we lived, where … Continue reading

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The Beat Goes On (and a poem)

Summer is on its last legs. I hate to see it end. It’s been a long summer. It’s been a short summer. It was great. It was horrible. It started out good, really good. Then I ran into disappointment, then … 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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My Inertia

Am feeling inert. To think about it causes me anxiety, a bit of panic. Been too long since I posted here. Started another blog, but have not posted for too long there either. I have about half a dozen rough … Continue reading

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