Original Poem: South Loudoun Street, Mid-Afternoon Saturday
As part of the ever-evolving 1455 adventure, in 2019 I began spending considerable time in Winchester, VA. I loved being somewhere where you could hear (and sometimes see) the train…
As part of the ever-evolving 1455 adventure, in 2019 I began spending considerable time in Winchester, VA. I loved being somewhere where you could hear (and sometimes see) the train…
Abandoned dog lying on the ground This is a sad poem about a sad situation (and one we're all familiar with, as it doesn't just pertain only to our canine…
America has always been a cauldron of inconsistencies; so often in our history we’ve ended up with brilliance, tolerance, and progress only after every other option has been exhausted. We’re…
It was a huge thrill to have my poem "Billie Holiday's Deathbed" published (and nominated for a Pushcart Prize) by Decolonial Passage and I'm equally happy to see my new…
In the early summer of 1982, two distinct entities from outer space infiltrated planet earth. One was a prehistoric creature with the ability to kill, then imitate its prey: it…
Original photography by Jack Robinson. www.robinsonarchive.com Talk about a legend from the old school. Jean-Louis Trintignant was already a big screen hall of famer before I even knew about him,…
My thanks to the excellent journal 805 Lit + Art for publishing my poem Hagler and Hearns, 1985. I'm especially grateful because, let's face it, arguably the only thing more…
Any appraisal of Ray Liotta must, of course, begin with Goodfellas. And it wasn’t even the role he was born to play; he had to earn it, had to convince…
Charles Mingus had many things to say, and he used his mouth, his pen, his fists, and mostly his music to say them. Of the myriad words that describe Mingus, passionate would…
This is incredibly sad news, but I choose to celebrate lives well and purposefully led, and the certainty that they will rest peacefully know their work on earth was done,…