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Lost in Space Again
October 18, 1989 (Loma Prieta Earthquake) photograph of a collapsed facade of a building near Beach and Divisadero Streets in San Francisco (Photo credit: Wikipedia) Sabina held the dress up in front...
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hey jealousy (a short story in dialogue)
hey jealousy Hey jealousy She took my heart Well there’s only one thing I couldn’t start –Gin Blossoms Lakeshore Records (Photo credit: Wikipedia) “Lexie? Is that you?” “Mark? My God, I thought you...
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Chinese restaurant (novel excerpt)
This is another excerpt from my novel in progress, Skin of Glass. Five-Happiness-Restaurant-San-Francisco (Photo credit: foodnut.com) November 1990. At the end of his shift at the bookstore, Ethan...
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San Francisco poems (1974)
last days Fog at Ocean Beach in San Francisco is clearing up (Photo credit: Wikipedia) Smoke dreams, the days went in a haze of musky air; green and gold and lavender love-spangled hours, sun-dappled...
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just driving
Dead End (Photo credit: Susanne Davidson) I’m driving my car alone at night. It’s very dark: black like midnight. There’s no one else, no other cars, no other people. The darkness is palpable. It has a...
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stormy weather
Two poems about the sometimes rough weather of relationships, one written by my partner and the other written by me, before we knew each other. weather man I’m a storm center. Still, Sun broke through,...
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Jim’s girls
Jim was an engineer I dated for the better part of a year. He had three daughters who were, when I first met them, 12 (Leane), 10 (Lainie), and 5 (Julie). His wife had gotten custody five years earlier...
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Leane
Leane was the oldest of Jim’s three girls and also the biggest handful. A nonstop talker, she needed to have someone’s constant attention. That was why I initially started spending time with each of...
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Lainie
Lainie, the middle of the three girls, was quieter than the other two, both perceptive and enigmatic–and with an air of self-sufficiency. When she spent time with me, I never had to make any special...
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Julie
Julie, the youngest of Jim’s girls, was everyone’s pet, easygoing and funny. She was also the girl of many nicknames: Jules to most, Goldie to her dad, and later Wobbles, after one of her sisters...
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accepting the Very Inspiring Blogger award
Thank you, Debbie and Container Chronicles, for nominating me for the Very Inspiring Blogger Award. (I can hardly contain myself!) But seriously, I’m really pleased and grateful for the nomination and...
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on sunday morning
Sunday (Photo credit: ex.libris) On Sunday morning, Lessie woke up late, tangled in a nest of her own black hair, which she hadn’t pinned up before falling asleep. She’d been too downhearted last night...
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radio writing: magic carpet ride
Why don’t you come with me, little girl, on a magic carpet ride? Tripping. Of course. Sex and/or drugs—the basic subjects of rock’n’roll. Close your eyes, girl, the singer croons; look inside, girl....
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this is what the whole thing is about
In honor of National Poetry month, two poems from a poet I just discovered, alas long after his death. William Stafford was born in 1914 and died in 1993. He was born in Kansas and received a B.A....
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intoxication
The bar in the basement of my parents’ house held all sizes and shapes of bottles; big ones in the back and tiny decorative ones along the side; whisky, gin, and vodka—serious stuff—as well as...
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a poem a day, that’s all we ask
If you are a poet, maybe you’re already participating in NaPoWriMo—National Poetry Writing Month—an offshoot of National Novel Writing Month now in its 11th year. If you don’t know about NaPoWriMo, the...
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the key
Paul Forrester’s eyes opened. With a single jolt of adrenaline, he was wide awake and breathing hard although his body still felt heavy and numb. The light was dim, but even without consulting his...
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nightlight
Moth drawn to the light the nightlight Watch… I am drawing light and growing; Drawing butterfly pictures, spectral ink blot samples of a state of mind, a moment in time, a momentary rhyme, a sign;...
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We Are
Reblogged from Sorting it Out: We are flowers, reaching, reaching, napping in the September sun, warming our skin, unwilling to say good-bye. How many more days before it has travelled too far south...
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the periodic table of storytelling
Please check out the periodic table of storytelling, created by James Harris. It’s fascinating, fun, and even useful for both writers and readers. I found this gem through Open Culture.Filed under:...
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