Organized religion, Fox news and these recent republicans make me want to run down the street in terror.
Was never a flower child, but a beatnik. Often finding myself dressed in black, with my nose in a book of beat poetry, dreaming of a tortured love affair with Keroac.
A great piece of art can literally bring me to tears, and rip my heart out.
I did a poetry reading on the streets of San Francisco, with a poetry partner, for over 2 years, every Thursday. Right at 4th & Market. I wrote a lot about it. I have never done anything that fulfilled me so much. The only downside is that I have trouble doing indoor readings now. I miss the excitement of the street and bringing poetry to people who would never go to a poetry reading. I called it Guerrilla Poetry.