Tag Archives: Mission District

Big Dog

Posted on January 11, 2016 by Poet Dressed In Black

A brutal cold bug has bitten me like a big dog. I’ve been sick nearly a week. No more chills, at least. Headaches and sore throat have eased, though my throat is dry and sometimes a coughing fit feels like … Continue reading →

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Art Gives My Life Meaning, But I Need Ducats

Posted on September 7, 2015 by Poet Dressed In Black

So, did you look up at the sky and see the comets last month? I looked, but didn’t get to see them. The sky was overcast. đŸ˜¦ Besides, I live in a city, and cities pollute the night with light. … Continue reading →

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Life is a Card You Draw

Posted on September 21, 2014 by Poet Dressed In Black

When I was, oh, eight or nine, somewhere around there, I played this Mexican game called LoterĂ­a. 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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