In 1984, I took my first solo trip to Europe. 40 years later, I’ve exchanged a backpack for a roller bag. Instead of taking slides, I’ll use my iPhone. Instead of a private, cordoroy-covered journal (which I still cherish) I will post a public blog. Hopefully, you’ll share the awe and joy of what a poet notices. Not all who wander are lost, and I’m forever curious about the world and in its peoples.
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A Tourist in San Francisco, Day 1
Sept. 20, 2025 Northeast Waterfront District, San Francisco I'm in my part-time home tonight and all is well. I don't know this nei...
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We had our first poetry workshop last night. I learned most in my cohort have at least one published book. It's OK to have imposter synd...
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I had a plan, written the night before in the little living room of my Bayeux attic. Up at 7:30, yoga exercises, shower, eat the yogurt, gr...



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