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I'm an Irish poet (they're always drunks) from San Francisco. I've seen the elephant (look it up) and I would have given my soul to have slept with Jean Harlow.

When I was 21 I ran away to SF and the air was clean and pure as you've ever seen. I arrived with 3 bucks in my pocket and I didn't care I was free right here in the center of the universe. It was the "summer of love" 1967. On certain days the "City" actually sparkled and I had a love affair with her. Wherever I went her hand was in mine-short black dress, pearls at the neck, heels. I couldn't tell where my feet ended and the cement began it was an exciting part of me. I lived downtown and when I walked out my door you could feel the electricity zapping all around you in the hustle and bustle.

Hills, cable cars and that deep blue sky it all made you so very much alive.

I remember reading a Saturday Evening Post story (1948 ) about a girl who grew up in grew the Noe Valley district and she said that "growing up in SF was nothing but magic and that it's not so much the place it's what it does to you"

Whenever someone asks me "where are you from"?
I stop and flash about the 38 years that I was there and the magic and the beauty and I say to myself "ya" ... and then I tell them "I'm from San Francisco".




Poems I'm focused on

  • a darkened arena every empty seats
    42 lines, 32 comments, September 6, 2007

My Poetry

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  • In your light I soar
    the breath of high caresses feathers
    81 lines, 1 comment, November 21
  • It's midnight
    all is quiet and soft
    145 lines, 7 comments, November 9
  • I gots a bad...bad feelin'
    it's like I'm goin' way way down
    93 lines, 8 comments, October 31
  • We've had our dinner
    two cocktails each
    83 lines, 10 comments, October 25

My Stories

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