this one might be my favorite yet… Continue reading…
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As a Writer, no where has opportunities like New York City… in my humble opinion. And no
place else has New Yorkers…
Watching the sunrise in Queens a few days back, one of my favorite people and I were discussing New Yorkers. He made me laugh saying something like ‘We’re the only “-ers”, New Yorkers… You don’t have Los Angeles-ers or Chicago-ers.’ I chimed in with ‘Same in Australia, no Melbourne-ers… Sydney tries to have “Sydney-siders”, which is whack to begin with.’
My mother told me this morning that New Yorkers are a big part of why I love the city. 
‘They’re like you,’ she said. ‘They’ll talk to anyone walking down the street, that’s why you like it there, because that’s how you are.’ Continue reading…
Dear Blog Family
Hardcore cult supporters and a handful of new recruits are already familiar with Bananafish Magazine. You know they publish fiction and memoir of Writers I immediately end up crushing on… you know they were the very first place where the Editor sent amazing feedback along with my initial rejection… and you are likely aware that they were the first place to publish me… after breaking my thirty-one year phobia of submitting words for anyone to consider.
When the opportunity to hook up with the good people of Bananafish in the form of Poetry Editor presented itself, I choked on my coffee before thanking it for not flying out of my nose and leaving an unsightly mess across the keyboard of my white MacBook.
Seriously. Continue reading…
I’m pretty sure I meant to say ‘a guy with no shirt on’ opposed to ‘a guy with no shirt off’ … I imagine it was the shock of the chicks pole dancing inside the car that had me fumbling my words once again… or something to that extent… Continue reading…
Tomorrow I have an appointment at Columbia University to discus their MFA program. I already have
an MA but in the world of getting paid to lecture I’ve learned an MFA is required. Apart from the bazillions of dollars universities suck dry out of us, I enjoy studying. I need to stay in school. It brings a unique structure to my work, and learning stuff is fun.
And imagine if I got into Columbia? Talk about some shit… Continue reading…
Wandering around yesterday breaking night and chasing sunrise, I had a few interesting head shifts that danced 
between states of surrealism, uncertainty, and confident nods. Continue reading…
Namaste cult dwellers, I hope you all had a lovely weekend! How nice was the WEATHER local ones?
I spent my time frolicking around with camera: watching, listening, snapping, scribbling…
There’s heaps more work I didn’t do this weekend, so I kind of have to do it right now. Here is a taste of what has been swirling around me for the past 48-hours… while I really thought about doing work… but simply couldn’t commit myself to longer than five minutes indoors. Continue reading…
Namaste blog family
I think I might use this photograph for the artwork of the spoken word flyer I’m attempting to invent. This is what the sunrise looked like around 5 to 6ish today from Astoria Park. It left me breathless and writing.
I’m in Manhattan at the moment, literally sitting in Times Square. Considering that I started this entire webpage to get to New York City and bust writing – to say that sitting here is surreal would be like saying ‘it’s pretty cool.’
Stories and projects and job things and running – amazing food, hot beats, late nights, early mornings? Continue reading…
Happy Friday the 13th blog family! Watch something scary… like Cheerleader Camp. Continue reading…
