Poetry
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space is the place/an ode to Sun Ra
Just past midnight on New Year’s Day in 1980, I witnessed a performance by the late jazz composer, bandleader, pianist, synthesizer player, and poet Sun Ra at D.C. Space in Washington, D.C, under the influence of acid. This is a tribute… Continue reading
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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A Distraction at 57th & Fifth Avenue
Joe Vega is a lost young man who cannot find his memory, the light in his eyes, or the sounds of his past. There is no way back and no map to follow. He is stuck where he stands, void… Continue reading
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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
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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
