economic inequality – Liferaft in the Abyss

04.28.2022

There are too many homeless on the streets of American cities, and I wonder how they got there. I think I was in my late twenties when Governor Engler shut down Michigan’s inpatient mental health centers. Almost immediately I noticed them on the streets. But what I see in San Diego everyday makes Michigan’s homelessContinue reading “04.28.2022”

11.29.2021

I’ve hit another dry spell…. I watched George Floyd die, over and over again. Has any of YOU watched it? Until you do, you may never understand where I’m coming from. If you have never been discriminated against for the color of your skin, or for your spiritual preference or sexual orientation, then you doContinue reading “11.29.2021”

08.12.2021

I realize that I write as form mercilessly self torture. That my writings could help change someone’s life by perhaps not repeating my mistakes. But there is no way that I can tell that people have changed their lives because of something I have posted. But I write. It is my hope that there isContinue reading “08.12.2021”

Naw, I don’t want to be a dog….a poem

I put on a collar one time. Wanted to get that feel.But then I’m nota real dog. I hate to beg,I prefer steak,not doggy food. And I want to havenon doggy feelingslike Eros andwhy magichappens. Naw,I’ve seen how Masterstreat their doggies. From having to poop inpublic to being chained,beaten justbecause youhump? And some Mastersare unbelievablycruel,Continue reading “Naw, I don’t want to be a dog….a poem”

Quality, poem

To die in bed at a hundred…. …is it better even though you really never lived? sleeping behind a bush in Balboa Park or behind a bush on University? Is having never fought a battle good? Pampered Princes talking Wall Street or suburbanites being cool not serving while waving the flag. ….is it better whenContinue reading “Quality, poem”

Man In the Gutter

There’s a man name Civility, slowly being covered in snow. Slowly, the snow melts on tattered, stained, woolens in dark colors, holes in his shoes. Walkers pass him by, some glance at him, while others see a lump of cloths. Civility struggles to sit up, and bids them a hello, a good morning, a goodContinue reading “Man In the Gutter”