Dreaming Men Are Haunted Men.

I Am Tired Of Loving A Foreign Muse.

Oh, Georgia Booze Is Mighty Fine Booze, The Best Yuh Ever Poured Yuh, But It Eats The Soles Right Offen Yore Shoes, For Hell's Broke Loose In Georgia.

Outcasts Of War, Misfits, Rebellious Souls, Seekers Of Some Vague Kingdom In The Stars - They Hide Out In The Hills And Stir Up Trouble, Call Themselves Prophets, Too, And Prophesy, That Something New Is Coming To The World, The Lord Knows What! Well, It's A Long Time Coming, And, Meanwhile, We're The Wheat Between The Stones.

Since Graveyards Are Often Built Over Older Burial Grounds, I Assume Dolores Park Was Probably An Indian, (an Ohlone) Graveyard Before That. I Think The Fact That It Has So Many Layers Underneath The Contemporary One Intrigues Me.

At First I Was Blogging Everyday, But I Don't Do That Anymore. It Varies; Sometimes I'll Write These Little Essays And Other Times Political Commentaries. Other Times It'll Just Be New Work That I'm Doing.