Poetry
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April in San Francisco
In front of the Chinatown public library, I look across the street at a garage and the Transamerica Pyramid poking…
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Winter in San Francisco: A Writer’s Second Year
The window is open, and the brisk 50-something air creeps into our apartment. It hasn’t rained in more than a…
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NaNoWriMo2022: End of Week Four
November is almost over, and what’s next? I’m still working on my novel, hovering around 30k words, but I’ve made…



