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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
Posted in Art, Autobiographical, Poetry, Writing
Tagged April, art, artists, blog, Castro, dreams, Emily Dickinson, fantasy, poetry event, Poetry Month, poetry reading, reclusive, San Francisco
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This Blog
Why this blog? Well, I am here to bleed, fume, whine, think out loud, entertain myself, tell stories, and/or sometimes share one of my poems. I’m nobody, just a poet, a woman who loves literature and writing, art and painting. … Continue reading
Posted in Autobiographical, Reading, Uncategorized, Writing
Tagged blog, conditions, danger, dreamer, Emily Dickinson, friend, Jim Morrison, judgment, Leonard Peltier, love, poet, story, unconditional love
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Love Poems Dressed In Black 