Posted in Poetry


If i could trace
the shape
an image etched
in mind -square jaw
rugged garden of brown grass

you speak to me -a desire
of buried bulbs
to sprout
spring time -in hopes
our lives would blossom.

Posted in dance, music, Music Video, Soul Journal

Music Get me out of this Funk

Only way to survive the insanity is to turn up the volume. Dance! See you on the other side of the Moon…

“Little Red Corvette” Prince
“She’s Strange” Cameo
“She Works Hard for Her Money” Donna Summer
“Whip It” Devo
“Nasty Girl” Vanity 6
“Maniac” Michael Sembello
“Love is a Stranger” Eurythmics
“Sunglasses at Night” Corey Hart
“She Blinded Me with Science” Thomas Dolby
“Love is a Battlefield” Pat Benator

If these songs can’t dissipate the fog? What gives?

Training to walk 18 miles for American Foundation for Suicide Prevention (AFSP) on June 16, 2018 in Philadelphia PA. Brotherly love John!

Posted in Poetry

rich dark chocolate

every thought
before my head hits the pillow
dreams of a fresh-brewed cup of coffee
with mint dark chocolate
a latte of whipped cream
sprinkled with desire
early morning vibrations
rumbling and swimming
in a mug of moxie.

A sexy sight
watch the cup
search the lips
words spilling into the dark
written in ginger
smell of cinnamon fog
wrapped around
until desire dissipates.