this one might be my favorite yet… Continue reading…
new york city
I’ve been trying to focus on my next book. Some days I think it will be short stories, sometimes I 
envision a novel, and then something knocks me about and I end up writing poetry for weeks at a time.
Here’s a segment of one of my many book-like pieces I’m presently playing with. Continue reading…
Happy Monday Cult Members
I went on my third interview (yes, third) with a joint in midtown that might give me a job… because my other jobs are making me wait too long… and broke-dom is setting in. I don’t think this job is going to pay me any money, but they’ll let me write a bit, and all 3 000 people I’ve interviewed with so far are cool.
And I’m all about cool people…
Right now I am writing you all from the New York Public Library on 5th Avenue. Writers and libraries go together like macaroni and cheese. There will be photos…
Speaking of photos. That’s Sigorney Weaver to your right. Continue reading…
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…
I like being busy, particularly when it comes to my Writing. I think one of the reasons I took to writing as kid was the convenience of being able to work on something from anywhere you are. Notebooks and pens are easy to carry around…
I’ve been writing an article about the spoken word event I attended last week for a site called UrbanBallers . And I’ve started writing poetry (yet again) because I need to put together a portfolio for when I apply to Columbia.
I’m struggling with whether to apply in the stream of ‘poetry’ or ‘fiction’ because, as I verified at my appointment with the school on Tuesday – you have to choose one or the other. God forbid you uniquely fall outside of this category.
Don’t get me wrong, I love my poetry… but no more or less than any other creative style. 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…
I have a few novels I’m working on. Here’s a piece of one:
On a 28th Avenue rooftop in Queens Celia is smoking a cigarette staring at the distant Manhattan landscape. She’s thinking about her old penthouse on the Upper West Side, the things she saw before she left to travel.
Celia spent four years travelling around the world. She lived in Costa Rica, Italy, Germany, Spain, Sri Lanka, Australia, Beijing, and Tokyo. Celia knows people. She always has a place to stay. When she made the decision to return to New York City, she found someplace to sleep after two brief phone calls.
Celia rarely has to make more than two calls to get anything. 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…
