Welcome
For as long as I can remember, I have longed to live in a world where everyone thrives—where lives have dignity, dreams count, and stories matter. The possibility of this seems to fade with each passing 21st century day. So I turn to words: to connect dots, to bear witness, to celebrate and to lament.
James Baldwin wrote: “Not everything that is faced can be changed. But nothing can be changed until it is faced.” I write in search of words that can speak my language of truth. I write because I believe that what we experience as individuals, what we face, is wisdom we can—maybe even must—offer up to the world.
Words and the alchemy that happens when they meet in line and stanza, paragraph and phrase are what I have.
Words are all we have.

Red. Bud.
My tree is growing. Started small, smaller than I would have liked. Seemed a few sticks until Phil the…
April 27, 2026

Acceptance News: My Golden Shovel, “Verdict”
My golden shovel, “Verdict,” has been accepted for publication in Volume 3 of the Antifa Literary Journal. It is…
April 24, 2026

The March of March
A few days after my last post, an illegal war of impulsive, mercurial volition was launched on the country…
March 29, 2026

