I chose sleep over the blood moon last night and woke up to good news for a change. A poem I'd been tinkering with over the past few weeks surprised me by being accepted in a journal. I included a draft of it in a submission package a while back and its acceptance this morning …
By Way Of Autobiography… I’ll leave this 2007 entry right here
Only today did I realize the website Xanga saved my blog entries from 2007. I thought they were gone forever. I'm struggling to save them/upload them/ double check their worth. But since I haven't posted in a while, I found this and decided to share it. From what I remember, this was me responding to …
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The Thousand Yard Stare Of Love
a tall skinny older white dude stands with a short Mexican woman at the corner waiting for the light. he is talking at her aggressively and close. he loudly grabs her arm. her face is a patient megaphone. you'd think this was an argument. a fight. perhaps. but what if i told you the man …
An Open Letter
Off and on through the years I've kept a pen pal of some kind. All women. The first was a neighboring girl I'd gone to elementary school with who'd gone off to college in Georgia. Then my birth mother after she'd left California and relocated to Louisiana and was open to writing. Then there was …
Listicle #1: Things I’ve Been Called Into My Boss’ Office To Talk About (& Please Shut The Door)
1) The History of Spaghetti Westerns, i.e.: a. Franco Nero b. Claudia Carinale c. Klaus Kinski d. Sergio Corbucci e. The Great Silence f. Lemonade Joe 2) Donald Trump running for president 3) Hindu Philosophy 4) “I Am That” by Nisargatta Maharaj 5) Meditation Retreats 6) His Son 7) His Son The Jr High School …
How Do You Get Out Of This?
We'd gathered together for a poetry reading none of us wanted to attend. This was weeks ago, the same day a group of men and women gathered in a church for bible study and were murdered by someone from the community they invited in. However awful and angry all of us had been feeling from …
The Romantic Comedy
Late weekend mornings at the bakery is all confusion. Meandering lines of smiling couples saddled with babies and loudly laughing daters. I usually feel as if I am in black and white while they move around me in color, as I'm always alone, ignored and silent. I rarely run into friends. Of late, my prayers …
The Man With Two Dogs
The poetry reading Saturday night at the bookstore went well. However much I grumbled over being there on a Saturday night, the reading felt good and the poems were well received. The room was full of seniors, myself included; all men and women frosted by time. Their eyes I appreciated, especially the two older women …
The Reading I Went To Last Night
was staged at a hotel near Lake Merritt. I was not featured but was still motivated to leave the house since two of the features were people I knew and liked. The bus let me off a few blocks away and I happily strolled through a tree-lined neighborhood I always liked with its dense collection …
Mise en Poetry
'…mise en place' means far more than simply assembling all the ingredients, pots and pans, plates, and serving pieces needed for a particular period. Mise en place is also a state of mind. A couple of weeks ago, my friend met me in the city and we sat for lunch. She mentioned wanting to write …
The Dirty Rat 