Nice to meet you — I am very pleased to meet you I am not particularly good at writing bios, partially because I am new to self-publishing and just terrible at self-promotion but here goes! The irony of my previous statement is as an owner of an art gallery and performance venue I have been…

Music by Constant Goddard and lyrics and vocals by me — Stroll this sphere Of souls Strides unclear -ly shown strain and fear Take toll Atmosphere Gets cold Scattered tears Take hold Stealing years Untold But I… Can see The art Run free cry … the plea’s of hearts decree spy… the scenes impart of dreams fly set free rain art on me…

A pause for some poetic thought — I have an obsession with waves this is my sketch of motion… AS always thank you for reading and or listening to my poem it means the world to this old poet. Audio link at the bottom of my poem:) I gesture in the regard of a sunset smile As I…

Hushed And the music must be getting rather boring in heaven when they took you And now the world in its sorrow feels just a bit more hollow without your voice And their blue skies must not have shined its sights imply quite as fine without your smile and…

They say fortune, favors the bold; my portion… came to me, unsold. Staring out the train car window; into disregard’s backyard shows; of the places, no longer facing the tracks.

Some Poems and a Bit of Prose About My Death Experiences — InCubation Savor sensation scent, sight, and sound; The fades of perception as my life unwound. My fragments of conscious drifted unbound; Like plucked notes from a symphony, till the melody’s unfound. And the fractious fray of figment unravels from my claim; Like staccato snatches of pigment, from the Picasso of my frame. diminishing to…

The statement… “Father forgive them, for they know not what they do!” Truly only applied once. So I got to ask, just who… do we think we are? Knowledge… is a bitch and she doesn’t care, no matter how much you try to skew her vision from the truth. For life was never meant…

I try to keep my eye on those ions I create but my attention span is such that I almost never catch them... elusive little creatures:/ Striking photographs, as usual, the second one really makes an impression

On the eleventh floor of Montefiore hospital I have witnessed many ghosts I watched a man roar as an aide helped him to his feet his right side was paralytic she clutching his hip and standing to his side as they walked a hundred feet A tear fell from my eye watching the familiar scene of that delicate man and…