Six Hundred Trucks Six hundred trucks a day For a hundred days no more excuses no more bullshit just food driven right through the middle of the Gaza strip Six hundred trucks a day For a hundred days let each country who’s people unanimously wants to stop the starvation donate ten trucks open […]
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In Memory of Dorothy Zlatkes Vis I’m here to say goodbye to my aunt which I didn’t get a chance to do in person. I am still sad, that is because Dorothy was a light. I have never met anyone in my lifetime who everyone unanimously loved. Wherever she went people were happy to
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“I’ve packed my bags plenty of times. I’ve played Houston in the Summer, and Buffalo in the winter. My friend tells me, “Where ever you go…there you are.” Cleveland seems OK. There are places I would rather be. Two words paint a picture when I say them… “The Coast”. Look at the population. Most of
Sandman’s Blues a sweaty mess of insomnia falls into bed shaken inner child finds no peace there is no time limit in a haunted house old covers pulled tight until morning shaken inner child finds no serenity trazadone and melatonin tonight’s alchemy old covers pulled tight until morning spirits push cruelty into high-def
Back with a new poem this week. Enjoy. Service Warriors people peaking at wait times crowding the front desk oval plates thump hard and vibrate on eye level metal ledge momentarily basking under heat lamps then scooped and balanced on large serving trays “PICK IT UP” battalion of waiters march to
Hi Everybody I’m glad to be back at the keyboard. Been going through some old writing and getting inspired. Will post some new work soon. In the meantime here is a portion of a print interview that I did many years ago where I got to talk about acting and two people I am grateful
Nutrition it all started with grocery shopping lists overconfidence in memorizing what I need it all exists in my foolproof synapses still come home to find I am out of milk overconfidence in memorizing what I need pen to scrap paper with edible words still come home to find I am out of
Full Circle I pray for you a million times anger and fear still bubble in my heart for you hold up a mirror to my flaws nightly wicked dreams of retaliation anger and fear still bubble in my heart dagger of betrayal plunged deep nightly wicked dreams of retaliation no band-aid for
Off Road a place where things vanish hopeless in a search for new life spin across this planet like a fireball consumer lost in a trajectory hopeless in a search for new life discover abandoned shoe on path consumer lost in a trajectory disposable remnants of human beings discover abandoned shoe on
For Marilyn Canadian cousin maple leaf heart pumping love April fool teaching comedy with self-deprecation and Leonard Cohen soul songstress with sisters harmony of friends poetry of patience revealing a peak behind the family curtain epigenetic mental illness takes its toll long before the dawn of reason salvation studio paint and easel wait for