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The Year Before #pandemic2020

Posted on April 16, 2020 by Poet Dressed In Black

A year before shit hit the fan, and we were told to stay home, shelter in place, because a deadly virus was loose in the world, my life was all right. Not great. But all right. All right enough. Just … Continue reading →

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I Begin with the Blues

Posted on January 3, 2018 by Poet Dressed In Black

I begin the New Year with the blues.  (I don’t mean the music, I mean depressed. Just to be clear). But that’s all right. I know I got a brighter day up ahead. I’m working toward it. The end of … Continue reading →

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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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(About) Poetry and Me

Posted on April 18, 2015 by Poet Dressed In Black

I used to think Emily Dickinson lived a beautiful life, shut away in her room, writing poetry, secluded, solitary, reclusive. As a teenager, I thought, What a great way to live! For most my life I believed that. I envied … Continue reading →

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Brief Candle

Posted on April 21, 2014 by Poet Dressed In Black

Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow, creeps in this petty pace from day to day; to the last syllable of recorded time; and all our yesterdays have lighted fools the way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle! Life’s but a … Continue reading →

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New Love Poem (by Poet Dressed in Black)

Posted on April 17, 2014 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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New Bag for an Old Bag

Posted on April 11, 2014 by Poet Dressed In Black

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 →

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