R.S.V.P.

after 20 years away from you  i find that i have missed...

absolutely nothing

should i be surprised that the world i left still revolves around

the same meaningless mindless activity

but let’s get past all of that

since we last walked out of those iron gates never to look back

with big plans of becoming the next leaders of the modern world

a revolutionary takeover

or to at least have a street named after our firstborn in winter

i wonder what would have happened if the plans we made really came to fruition

and were more than just talk to impress whomever we thought was passing by listening to us rant and rave

when all they were really doing was taking the short cut to the water fountain... 

now hear this  

20 years later it’s all starting to look the same

time has passed although much has changed

with life slightly balding and turning gray around the edges

things didn’t exactly turn out the way any of us expected

and so after 20 years of absentia

i am certain that i have missed absolutely nothing

Hairstory...is Published!

      During the 16th Century, Chapbooks were a very popular way for European writers to introduce their short stories, ballads and poems to the community inexpensively.  I am happy to introduce my first publication to you in this way. Hairstory is a 14-page chapbook selection of 10 poems from my Images Emerging I & II Collection, and includes a specially chosen artwork for the theme. For a limited time, I will also include a specially chosen poem with artwork that is suitable for framing with your order. 

     Each chapbook sells for $5.00 + $2.00 S/H within the continental US, but if you are outside of the US, please don't let that stop you. Please contact me for overseas S/H pricing at: urbanartz212@gmail.com. I'm looking forward to sharing my work with the world! If you're local (within the area) e-mail or call me @ (347) 841-6790 ... no shipping charges will be incurred.

     Please scroll down to the Pay-Pal button at the bottom of the screen...and Hairstory will be on its way to you!

passing thoughts

sometimes I let poems pass me by
they just seem to slip away
the words float across the atmosphere
and I fail to catch them before they’re gone
they just vanish into thin air
disappearing like snowflakes
or morning dew...
maybe they go to someone else's soul to live
or they sleep for a thousand years
waiting to be resurrected in another lifetime
but that's OK
as long as they don't die.

meditation

the artfulness of the moment

creating the scenery of mental landscapes in faraway places

captured in words and phrases written in the sand

held in time and sacred space by moments of simplicity

serenity

and inspiration

Selah…