NOT KEEPING SCORE

On the last day of the month, and with heavy hearts, let us say goodbye to the Month of Love — now, now: don’t get your girdle all in a bunch. February may be over, but the love goes on. To quote our resident favorite e.e. cummings “life’s not a paragraph / And death i […]

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I’m doing a show tonight at the Make Out Room in San Francisco called “Mortified” which is a show that stars everyday adults sharing aloud their most embarrassing, pathetic and private teenage diary entries, poems, love letters, lyrics and locker notes… in front of total strangers,” — a kind of “personal redemption through public humiliation” […]

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When speaking of love, it is important to acknowledge — in addition to the things which one does love — that which one does not. You know, for the sake of balance. God forbid I write of yin while neglecting the yang.
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Scene: An apartment building in San Francisco. Morning. A […]

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Although my “Poetry to a Transvestite Prostitute“ Project is now complete, I am not done with the poetry, nor the love. It may be a short month, but February ain’t over yet. For all of you wishing I would stop with the smoochy-smoochy-love-fluff stuff already, know that March is just around the corner, and it […]

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9,
The seasons are changing.

She’s dressed in a short — what looks like leather — mini skirt, a few straps of fabic dangling down, like seaweed tendrils. She has on strappy heels, a black low cut shirt, and carries a matching purse looped around her thin wrist. She really is the epitome of style.
We call […]

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8,
Ummmm. Hey, Candy. How’s it goin’? Soooo I’ve run this by a couple of friends, and they fall into two camps: those who think I should just ante up and talk to you, and those who think me crazy. Well, okay, there’s a third camp: those who think I should stop with the poetry already, […]

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I bought 100 Speed Racer, Barbie, and Looney Toons paper valentines and handed them out to strangers in the financial district while wearing a satin wedding dress. I’d have pictures, but there’s this whole waiver of using someone’s likeness without consent thing I didn’t want to deal with, so you’ll have to trust me.
And a […]

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Oh, dear.
I’ve fallen behind in my poetry venture. Blame it on the weather. There was [gasp!] sun here in the city. It was February. It felt like summer. Can I be blamed for spending some days in the park rather than writing Odes to Trannies? […]

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4,
Trannie: Tonight, as I “get lost” with Chet Baker, I look out my window and see you, there, in front of the SF Party Store, (from) whence I bought my tasteful white Christmas lights on a string. I don’t know, tonight, if you are a transvestite or not. I suppose if you’re not, then this […]

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3,
Today I really think I’m going to ask you to, you know, talk—but I chicken out. I want to yell this to you, yell: How Much Do You Cost? But I think this might be construed as rude.
[Night three: Acrositic poem with dactylic tetrameter (kinda); rhyme scheme ababbaba]
Trannie appears with the fleeing of day
Reaching […]

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