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.

Writing in Form: A Cento Published in Fence
My cento, “On Not Looking Away,” is appearing in the print issue of Fence 42, Winter 2025 and on…
April 2, 2025

“We don’t want your Nazi cars / take a one-way trip to Mars.”
This bro/ligarch is definitely un-liked. A thousand people (maybe more) were calling out his evildoing and enabling down on…
March 30, 2025

Publication in Fence, Winter 2025
Something to crow about and then some. My short poem, “At Harriet Tubman’s Grave in Fort Hill Cemetery in…
March 22, 2025