Shakespeare did write a many splendid tale;Which intertwined with many interrupts;But here he will succeed and I will fail;For lack of ever dealing with popups. While speaking Will’s own voice I try again;In hopes my pen this time obeys my soul;But phones and tablets power on and send;Distractions, work emails in urgent bold. If other … Continue reading #Sonnet
Musings
The Last Resort, Part III
Some time went by after that, I can’t remember how much. I didn’t always stop in and visit Travis, and the times I did I rarely saw Nikki. Every time I went I always ordered my same drink in hopes of seeing the bottle of Maker’s Mark get opened. I went to other bars but … Continue reading The Last Resort, Part III
The Last Resort, Part II
“Hey, bud. The usual?” I was taken aback. I had never had a usual before, and I never realized that every time I had come I had always ordered the same thing until he brought it to my attention. I could feel the pressure of his stare on me and, out of a … Continue reading The Last Resort, Part II
The Last Resort, Part I
It was the red candle-wax around the top of the spout that initially caught my eye. It dripped down the glass bottle in globs, and parts even reached so far down that they touched the label around the center. Maker’s Mark. I liked the name. I wondered how the bartender was able to pour it … Continue reading The Last Resort, Part I
May 5th
The music was too alive for the occasion, too happy. It made everything that much more awkward. The trumpets and horns blasted out while three Mexican men in cheesy sombreros pounded on hand drums of different sizes. Everyone was laughing and dancing in the center area where some tables were pushed aside to allow for … Continue reading May 5th
My Words
My Words I wish I could throw my words like a football Spiraling down the page. I wish I could perform my words like an actor Portraying them on stage. I wish I could capture my words like animals Locking them in a cage. But my words are my words and … Continue reading My Words
He sits down to write.
He sits down to write. His wife asks him what’s wrong. “Nothing’s wrong.” She doesn’t believe him. Neither does he. He looks at the page and broods. What was that scene he thought of before? Who was that man? What did he say? The dog needs to be fed. The dishes need … Continue reading He sits down to write.
Limited Experience
Recently, I helped in the creation and production of the Community College of Philadelphia's literary magazine: Limited Editions. My professor Julie Odell led the charge with Evan Judah as the Photography Editor, Luis Acosta as the Graphic Designer, and yours truly as the Literary Editor. It wasn't easy. There was some really great submissions … Continue reading Limited Experience
Surprise! Magner Nichols Competition.
Recently I was convinced by my public speaking professor to participate in CCP's annual Magner Nichols speech competition. It's a two division competition where competitors will compete with either a 2 minute memorized monologue or a 5-7 minute extemporaneous speech. I had a 6 minute speech on Sleep Apnea awareness which I had presented to … Continue reading Surprise! Magner Nichols Competition.
The Struggle is Realz
Art is hard. Let's not forget that. Writing is art. Let's not forget that either. I am lucky enough to have found someone who I enjoy sharing a part of my life. That wonderful lady is the very talented artist, Leah St Clair. Recently we talked about how difficult it is to make art while still living … Continue reading The Struggle is Realz