Tag Archives: San Francisco

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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Shit

Posted on August 28, 2019 by Poet Dressed In Black

Been too long since I’ve posted. I wasn’t sure I wanted to continue with this. But, here I am. I live frugally. It’s a tough journey, this life of mine. I need to move. I’m even willing to leave San … 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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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. 😦 Besides, I live in a city, and cities pollute the night with light. … Continue reading →

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Rebel Writers (plus a poem – Sinner)

Posted on April 26, 2015 by Poet Dressed In Black

I said I didn’t want to continue writing here. I haven’t made up my mind yet: should I stay or should I go? I had a dream last night about poets. Not academic poets, but rebel poets, free spirit poets, … 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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Up to the Mic, and into the Light

Posted on April 9, 2014 by Poet Dressed In Black

I’m listening to Must Be the Season of the Witch, by Donovan. A song that came out in 1966, a few months before I was buried, I mean, married. I was sixteen. April, the month I was born, there will … Continue reading →

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By Vocation, Not Profession

Posted on February 17, 2014 by Poet Dressed In Black

No, of course this is not a professional blog. It’s a personal blog. In fact, it’s “an experiment”. I figure out how to use the “machinery” as I go along. This blog is soul, not ego. (Well, can’t escape ego. … Continue reading →

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Re-dreaming my Dream (plus a new poem)

Posted on April 6, 2013 by Poet Dressed In Black

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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