Poetry

  • The Great Escape

    In a god we trustWhen I was ten years old, as I was praying during Mass performing my duties as an altar boy in the basement church St. Rita of Cascia, kneeling before the raised altar, the gold cross hanging… Continue reading

    The Great Escape
  • Smoke ‘em If You Got ‘em

    The first time I saw an American joint was when some guy in the high school gym asked me to pass one along to another guy on the other side of meThat guy seemed awfully anxious to get it like… Continue reading

    Smoke ‘em If You Got ‘em
  • 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

    space is the place/an ode to Sun Ra
  • 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
  • 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
  • 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

    A Distraction at 57th & Fifth Avenue