Tag Archives: Patti Smith

End of 2015

Well, it’s midnight on the east coast. In California, still waiting for the the New Year. I’m watching Jools Holland, with this little gal on my lap. Her name is Isabel. She’s a short hair Chihuahua mix. We think she … Continue reading

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Crazy Poets

When I was a freshman in high school, a thousand years ago, I was walking home after school with my sister, who was a sophomore, and a friend of ours, who was my age. Marina (not her real name) was … 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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Smokes – A Poem

Who the hell told you I needed your fucking advice? Where did you get the idea that I needed you to tell me what I need to do? I didn’t ask. What do you mean, “I need to get out … Continue reading

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Re-dreaming my Dream (plus a new poem)

My son tells me that Darren, Mr. Cool Cat, as I think of him, is moving to New York. I’m excited and happy for him. I felt a little jealous. Just a teeny bit. Just for a teeny moment. For … Continue reading

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Writing Misfits and Poet Bums

I’m a “poet bum”. (A term used by Patti Smith. I framed her promo photo sent to me by her mother, after she had called me in response to a letter my youngest daughter wrote to Patti, back in the … Continue reading

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Fate

Last Monday (April 30) was my 62nd birthday. This old bag is another year older. My hair grows grayer everyday. Silver, actually. The salt and pepper are pretty even now, but it’s quite silver at my temples. Almost looks like … Continue reading

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