Wednesday, September 23, 2020
In the wake of Ruth Bader Ginsburg's passing and everything else that's all but sure to follow, I think it's more important than ever to gather tonight. Join me tonight on the Zoom, will you?
Join me this Wednesday from 7:00 to 9:00 PM ET by clicking this link.
The meeting ID is 873 8227 9169
Tuesday, September 22, 2020
|Somehow, I don't think the Drug Enforcement Administration would be this obvious.|
f--- ist back.
with no consent,
Monday, September 21, 2020
Summer is officially ending tomorrow. I have only four highlights I feel comfortable sharing.
1. I walked away from a property that would have essentially ruined me had we purchased it. I was able to keep my head as cool as it could possibly be under the circumstances while putting my foot down to stop further mind games and emotional abuse from the selling agent. I am grateful for an inspector who had looked at the property prior and knew “where the bodies are buried.” I’m sending him a card this holiday season.
2. I wrote poetry during a time when I might have normally stopped altogether
3. I got my book out finally.
4. Last weekend, it was finally cold enough for me to start wearing a jacket again. It’s still summer, so this counts.
Cleanliness guidelines and common courtesy in 2020. So easy, only a child can do it.
Sunday, September 20, 2020
Saw this sign while walking through South Boston.
Normally, I might sympathize. I would probably put up the link ot the website that is on the sign. This week, however, my patience and tolerance for organized religion is at an all time low. So I'll just give the people at Saint Vincent's a variation of what I've been told time and time again as a poet and arts patron:
If you can't survive where you are as an organization--especially when you don't even have to pay taxes--then maybe you should give up.
Friday, September 18, 2020
No Stone Soup Croutons poem today.
I really don't know what to do with myself today.
I haven't had so little to look forward to in so long.
Part of this weekly process was a distraction. I know this.
It was also my best motivation.
Now I have nothing to do except live myself and all my accumulated shortcomings of the summer.
I have to turn this around.