Letters to the Universe |
Mix one part words. Add coffee. Stir. Throw in some highways, jungles, moonlight, food made with love, laughter, good beer, scribbled on napkins, and a seemingly constant dialogue with the universe, and there you have it, me.
Mostly a poet, mainly an explorer, from New York, finding the story in it all.
Published: February 20, 2010
a few words from one hopeless romantic to another.
Published: January 27, 2010
The conversation we all have with ourselves....
Published: January 18, 2010
A Poet's journey into a New York winter....
Published: January 27, 2010
A memoir of the worst kind of heartbreak...
Published: January 14, 2010
This is/will be an ongoing story of the road, its elements,inhabitants, fixtures, and findings.It comes in parts and pieces, and will possibly one day coalesce into the serendipitous story of my life.
'This most of all: ask yourself in the most silent hour of your night: must I write? Dig into yourself for a deep answer. And if this answer rings out in assent, if you meet this solemn question with a strong, simple "I must ", then build your life in accordance with this necessity; your whole life, even into its humblest and most indifferent hour, must become a sign and witness to this impulse' -Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters To A Young Poet
