Epic Poem: Santa Cruz Beach at Midnight

Midnight on the Boardwalk in Santa Cruz I leave the Carousel Hotel’s sweet balcony shelter lured by the ocean’s endless purring rumbled perfection of pristinely white salt foamed waves frothing silk drawn to the moonlight’s calling a lighthouse of nocturnal affection beckons me like Hansel and Gretel I trail a map of memory stones towards…

Poem: The Paradox of Validation

Writing that I like the most Gets almost no attention No reception No mention in the hallows of verse Like ghosts of interception But is that such a curse? Doomed writer in the multi-universe? Stan Lee nods a wave of acknowledgement “Tahtah! Good luck young hero! Excelsior!” He winks while cameo smiling and miles to…

Poem : Writer Ingenue

A Writer Ingenue is always youthful truth because of daring and from the blue red thumping rose the heart of coming home ghosted and reanimated more than eternal times since the beginning since the very first last time *** I broke starbursting tears I was thank you for who i am beginning again as your…

Power to the People of Oakland

I love living in Oakland, California, the most racially diverse city in the nation. This is where political activists from the 60s, the Black Panthers rose up in social revolution, Oakland is their birthplace. I remember them not as the violent revolutionaries that they are portrayed as, I acknowledge the social work that they implemented,…

Journal : Creating as Therapeutic Connection, Part One: Making Zines

I’ve always loved art and literature and I was an early reader. My first books came from my mother’s coworker friend. She gave me Dr. Seuss’ “Mr. Brown Can Moo Can You?” and various elementary school text books when I was in preschool. It was the early 70s and simplistic stories about Dick, Jane and…