The art of Being in San Francisco

The choir of seagulls, they gather at dock of Fisherman's Wharf. The royal red crab lay there still. The clackety ‘ol streetcar heard up the hill. The coldest Bay in July. The coldest day in July. The street poet tells an urban lore The scene for those who dare be poor. The cigarette ban at... Continue Reading →

i ve just seen the face

Facebook has become the faces of many thoughts on one view. Opinions, Trump, Ads, kudos videos, sloppy videos, real news, fake news, good news, bad news, cat photos, dog photos, even people photos and mothering scrapbooks. In a matter of a ten second scroll I know all the worlds business and I don’t mean the... Continue Reading →

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