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Tag Archives: self-destruction
Death, Dying, Life, and Living
We are born to die. Not that death is the goal, just that we are not meant to live indefinitely. Generally, most of us, want to stay here in this thing we experience as life, in this consciousness, this earth … Continue reading
Posted in Autobiographical, Music, Poetry, Uncategorized, Writing
Tagged A. D. Winans, age, aging, Bukowski, cancer, death, despair, drinking, Dylan Thomas, life, love, poetry, self-destruction, self-hatred
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Big Dog
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
Posted in Autobiographical, Poetry, Uncategorized, Writing
Tagged David Bowie, dream, genius, Mission District, poet laureate, poetry reading, poets, San Francisco, self-destruction, writers, writing
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Love Poems Dressed In Black 