Monthly Archives: September 2019

The Street’s first sight Yelling and screaming when I was changeless did not have coins did not have words How did I dare not to How could I not this was unacceptable Yelling and screaming in French Ne Habla I … Continue reading →

As of September 5th   As of September 5th, if anyone cares, I’m back to working on the almost great american novel, sending out and working on plays, restarting disposing of my father’s collection of photographs, following the mess in … Continue reading →

Daughter of the Suicide Queen 6-26-86  from 6-23-86 So this is how the week be gins ex ex in ER ICU/Stat, a successful suicide requires attention to detail ICU/Stat I know these words from absorbing General Hospita There, the endings … Continue reading →

After visiting an attempted suicide from 6-28-86 from 6-26-86   If I would ever take my life I would know to do it right and not have silver plastic tubes protruding into where and from where my body used to … Continue reading →

Love at 70   It’s hard to write another Love Poem with words that haven’t yet been said with new sounds..   It’s hard to write new and fresh and speak of both past and future and believe in both … Continue reading →