Identity

  • Inspiration

    I’ve been told that inspiration for writing is everywhere. Just open your eyes.The person or object in front of you, even when it’s a computer screen or The view of the backyard through your office window. Look up at the… Continue reading

    Inspiration
  • Fat

    This is not a word to be thrown easily at anyone these days. I’m told it’s very disparaging. Obese is the proper term to use. Porky. Falstaffian. Overweight. Plump. Fleshy. Tubby. Roly-poly. What does it matter? We’re all getting to… Continue reading

    Fat
  • Inside My Brain, Through My Heart

    A Memory of Joy There are those days when it all seemed rightWhen no storms were overheadThe breeze of a lazy August day enveloped youand You wanted to lie down in Lincoln Park and Hug the person beside you.That summer… Continue reading

    Inside My Brain, Through My Heart
  • Old(er): An Epic Journey

    Part One I sometimes do everything possible to stop from getting old(er) denying the truth in front of me and trying to make life stand still Finding life is just too exciting to stop my body and mind from getting… Continue reading

    Old(er): An Epic Journey
  • Bargain With the Devil

    We’ve all done it.Even if we don’t admit it.We make a bargain with the Devil, the evil in life, to get something we really want.Thinking it’s okay.Just this once.With our bosses.With politicians.With money people.With the friends we wish were our… Continue reading

    Bargain With the Devil
  • The Construction of Words

    Writing is not easy The words in my brain swirl around like balls in one of those bingo cages Turning over and over again waiting to be spat outB10 A36 D0Constructing Words Building a sentence A meaning Something that makes… Continue reading

    The Construction of Words
  • Sand Water Sky

    On June 26, 1984, at 12:01 a.m., after what seemed like a forever trip from Washington, D.C., I landed at Los Angeles International Airport (LAX) to begin my 42 years of life to date in Southern California, and man, it’s… Continue reading

    Sand   Water   Sky
  • The Long Walk Home

    True Story. It was our parents’ rule: don’t run after fire trucks. “You could fall behind them and get hurt,” they warned. But when you’re ten years old and live in a six-story, cold, brown-brick apartment building in the South… Continue reading

    The Long Walk Home
  • random poems

    random #710excavating memories for lessonsfor explanationsfor guidancefor a reason why all of thisis what it is. for how and why i got herefor some guide totoday and tomorrowand some time in the futurewhen you/me can’t rememberanymoreor want to. random #2595we… Continue reading

    random poems
  • drinking

    Jack Danielsand Eddie, Mary, and Joey, or Pat, or Jose, or Eduardo, or absolute and If it has alcoholThat’s fine too. No, you’re not living television show called CheersBut everyone knows your nameandYou have no clue who you are. We’re… Continue reading

    drinking