It's time to be nation again while we still can.

On May 30th, I am slated to finally become a two-time published author. Returning From Exile is a poetic examination of struggle, a work...

Malmo decided to party like it's 1939 (full credit to the guy online who came up with that). What is supposed to be a cosmopolitan city...

UFC 300 was an amazing card with crazy knockouts, big storylines and one post-fight speech that spawned interesting discussions on money...

A university is supposed to be a place where ideas are freely exchanged and where the individual grows both intellectually and morally to...

Love is a migratory bird Bringing warmth to some Leaving others in the cold Flying above all reason Peace is a migratory bird A dove on...

A solitary figure walks with purpose into a dour, gray meeting room. He is greeted by a few empty chairs. He will make this his abode for...

Love takes on many colors, not just red and pink. We often think of it as the “happily ever after” and the white picket fence with kids...

Poetry is play! The day it no longer is is the day you're gone to stay. Enough poeting around; time to get to the point! Oh wait! That...

29 going on 30 Life’s gone metallic Bold and italic Urgent and critical! Feeling whimsical and cynical 29 going on 30 29 going on 30 The...

I accomplished something recently. After years of work developing it and another year or so going through the publishing process, I’ve...

You must be fancying me mad after reading this title. How can a writer even entertain such a thought on the subject of books? Not to...

I once had a dream A wonderful dream Of Trevi fountains And Himalayan mountains But it's all stardust now And all that's left for me now...

"Time won't give me time …" goes my favorite Culture Club song. Now does that not capture so much of how we often feel about our lives?...

In a world where authoritarianism is on the rise, one cannot help but ask the question: "How does democracy die?". "In darkness" is what...

Got me trapped inside a blue mind Where there's anything but blue sky Restless shadows Dream worlds in my mind Got raptured by a dark...

All writers love to write or they would not be writers naturally. But it is impossible to always be able to produce material worth...

The solitary man struts the streets Oblivious to the snow and the show Gaze firmly fixed to the horizon No rush - he's learned to take it...

The will to live was shattered The lust for life was battered Trust in self was compromised Mind and soul lobotomized And the rest...

Another night wandering aimlessly Meandering and lonely Gas guzzling in this old cab This old scab Turning right on 27th Left on 33rd And...