Culture, San Francisco, Poetry, Music, Reviews, Short Stories and Life
Today was one of those blue sky, no cloud days that only California can do. There is a different quality to the light in this state of mine, a certain crystal clarity to the way it shines, that is missing the dust of the heartland, the swampiness of the south, the dirty sweat of New […]
MoreThe strings are silent, the wind is up, the stars are hiding, but no matter the doors are shut, no one makes a sound. The Street outside is cracking, the tents have blown away, the dealers are all dreaming of the day. There is money being made in the shadows, money made in the car […]
MoreI have a routine every morning, I wake up, leaving the curtains of the shelter room closed, sit up in my bed, a blanket over my knees, and turn on the laptop. It is generally very early in the day, around 6am or so; before showers and tea and daytime clothing. The screen turns brightly […]
More….Hunter S Thompson would say things like “I have consulted my attorney, and she recommends that all names and places are redacted (huge ink splotch) and any resemblance to anyone living or dead, or similarity to situations involving the aforementioned living or dead is pure unadulterated coincidence, and the following is a work of fiction […]
MorePeople who don’t really drink DRINK, but people who drink, who might get drunk even regularly, just not heroically, people who have a beer when they want to, and a perrier water when they don’t, people who sit in bars, drink their allotted six shots and two stellas get loud and happy, and tumble home […]
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