Face Of A New Moon On A Sunlit Night We walk together arm in arm, her head resting on my shoulder, the Sun decides to call it a day, permitting the night to spill darkness into a jealous sky, pouting … Continue reading →

Never Take A Mime’s Word For It I was invited by an acquaintance I’ve known for years to speak on the subject of becoming a writer to her High School Creative Writing honors class. I had two books published at … Continue reading →

She Bleeds For Brooklyn excerpt from Not Real Poetry She lives with low rent day dreams on no name backstreets. Dirty sidewalks made from quicksand concrete, There’s no yellow brick road. In this city like a desert without an oasis. … Continue reading →

Written September 23 which would have been her 34 birthday  Judge Santiago Burdon What Did Your Teacher Learn In School Today     For McKenzie It was when McKenzie, my daughter was in the second grade I believe. Her teacher called me … Continue reading →

Naked Truth “Famous isn’t good for a writer. You don’t observe well when you’re being observed.”  Ken Kesey I mentioned to a poet friend of mine, one of the few I respect, if he believed a writer could consider himself … Continue reading →

Black Moon Promise Bathroom confessions backdoor redemption Black moon promise made to a leather winged Angel Afterglow addict disciple of dawn woman standing at the edge of love listening for the silence in between the words whispered by an ambidextrous … Continue reading →

Two Dollar Talisman I have never professed to know much, although what I do know, is there’s a distance between want and need, the road is plagued with storms, the rain in time causes your ambition to rust,  your ego … Continue reading →