The next time you read my blog, it will be a link to Substack where I’ll be posting more context that includes poetry, articles, opinion pieces and the like.

Here’s a share…this is an excerpt (the introduction) from my forthcoming (third) poetry book, “Leave It in the Rice Field”. Releasing in mid-August….

A few days ago I posted about the last experience I had with racism in America. It was personal and impacting. It elicited many strong reactions…

As so many white Americans question the validity, value and life of brown Americans such as myself in this sick and twisted time in the United States, I share here one of my own stories, the final one before I left the States.

Sometimes I wake at 4am and realize how lucky I am.

I believe that who I am is a combination of everything including my creativity, my beliefs, my voice, my perspectives, my thoughts…

Cancer doesn't give two shits about who you are, how fit you were, your social status, your frame of mind and on and on and on…

I finally realized why I have such an issue with Trump, his Followers and MAGA. I finally understood that it’s not the disagreement I have..

Darkness does come now Night has begun He sits there alone Bleak thoughts are not done...

It’s incredible how timely this piece is with not just regards to being a creative, but also with holding on and persevering in the chaos…

Creative is who I am. It is not just a word or concept, being creative is a way of life, my way of life.

Dear Cancer, Fuck you. That should be all I need to say to you cancer, but there’s more…

As the year comes to an end, I look back at not just this year, but all the years that have past and think of where I am today…

This year has been something. I struggled through recovery from my throat cancer (still struggling), we opened our beautiful boutique...

So its been a while...for sure. The thing is....back in October I was diagnosed with throat cancer.

The other day, I had a conversation with someone about what I do. They were genuinely interested in how I got to where I am...

How the hell did I end up here? I still don't believe that this is where I live, even as the words fill the page.

Fake smiles, empty promises and a treasure trove of greed...it's all in a days work for Management.

Being an American abroad, I have gained and furthered my perspective on what it is to be an American, on what freedom means. Those words...

Every single morning, I wake up, look out the window at the beautiful lush farm I live on and think this same amazing thing...