Labor Day ’16 Sale!!!


What’s happening readers?

I’m here to announce that there’s now currently a sale
going on in my webstore for the Labor Day holiday weekend.
From now until September 6th, ALL of my books are on
sale for $4 dollars. That’s right, four bucks. No codes are
necessary. For those of you who haven’t purchased any of
my books previously, this is your chance to grab them at
a good rate. For those who have, this is a great way to get
a gift of words for your loved ones. As always, if you spread
the word and/or make a purchase it is greatly appreciated.
Thank you very much!!!



second cough at 6:47 a.m.

the air hangs heavy
waiting perhaps for rain just like
any other fool with dry grass
these are hours
that wait for you at the bathroom mirror
wait for you to stare

what was that saying about the abyss and

the heaviness of the air
around your worries eases a bit
you know that there will only be more
but you know that there will be coffee
and the hours that don’t expect much of you
will nod with quiet approval as you move through minutes
and so another day you think you cannot get through

sits on a curb in the rearview mirror of your later dreams

waiting on rain


waiting for rain
is a tension felt upon the tongue
is inhaling copper, water and softness
donated by a flower

waiting for rain
the dance steps between admirers
in measured, looming sentences
horizon rumbling as a band’s opening chorus

waiting for rain
swollen, waiting
wanting what could be
wanting the electricity to soothe the skin

waiting for rain
the first staccato of relief
then the rush of blessed water
making the music we know how to sing

it is why the drops are welcome.


two singles means a lot.


while out yesterday, I saw this one cat just moving through
the outdoor patio. most gave him a wide berth. I’m on the
phone, but I picked up his walk from like 30 feet away. he
looked at me, I looked at him. could tell he had some hard
times. but I didn’t recoil. he strode over near me, said “what’s
good bruh?” and I nodded, said “everything brother, maintainin’.”
he walks up to me after that, and proceeds to tell me he
just got out of Dannemora about two days ago. I listen, and
I then see the flashes of whatever he saw in there in his
face. knowing what it was, I had my hand in my pocket on
a single or two. as he finished, I said “it’s all good man.” &
gave him the singles. he looked at me briefly in shock and
gave me dap and a hug. “thank you brother, God bless you.
you don’t even know what this means, man” I just nodded
and said “All good bruh, be safe out here.” as he walked off.

two singles may not mean so much to you and me off the
bat but when it’s the razor cut that could sever you from all
you know or whatever ties to what you’re trying to hold to…