Currently at work on The Cartier Street Review and Street Literature Review, I am production editor for both. Writing is breathing. My writing ability is a mitzvah, I am the instrument. Writing is my love, the finished products are my offspring. I need it to live, to survive - it's my water, my air, my first love. Some say I'm not "a real poet" and accuse me of being post modernist. At open mics I have been thanked for my heartfelt style and others have mimicked me. Long ago I decided to take that as a compliment. About being post-modernist, I only began to read other post-modernists after I'd been accused of being one. The thrust of my prose is on the harder sharper issues that cut us to our core.
Live for today - No one knows about tomorrow.
TRY TO BE HAPPY & Always give what you can
There's a lot of crazy people in the world - I don't mind crazy - only evil
"Just because you're crazy doesn't mean you're stupid!"
Listen to me read poetry by clicking Tupelo Honey above left.
Check out my blog happening at Joy Leftows blog.