Foreword by Stan Lerner: it’s that season again, when we should all take a little time and travel around the country. One of my greatest adventures (August 2008) took me to the state of Michigan where I explored Greenfield Village and then headed for Mackinac Island–what an incredible place! There I sat and wrote the [...]
Archives: Poetry
THE RAVEN
Foreword by Stan Lerner: Edgar Allan Poe was finally given a funeral befitting one of the greatest writers to have ever lived—a debt of gratitude is owed to the city of Baltimore for this. Edgar Allan Poe and I share January 19th as a birthday and it is the poem below that he wrote just [...]
Love Flight
I woke up before the sun. But I was not the first; my brother saw to that. Our clothes in the closet stared at us. In the distance a man and women yelled. Muffled by the door we couldn’t tell who it was. But it didn’t matter because we knew. I’m grown now and married [...]
Dawn Words
Dawn is near as I park in front the blinking meter on Eleven Street. The city is waking and the birds lead as I cross the street to the coffee house. At five thirty AM the lock clicks and the brew pulls me to the counter. With cup in hand I lay a notebook on [...]
The Acorn to the Tree
A year has passed since that day we began. We were not friends, but lovers we were as we danced in the wind like two unknowns. Twenty-five days have passed since the end. I have fallen away and find myself lost in the grass. The sun burns my mind. Since that day I long for [...]
Got More Poetry
A reminder to poetry lovers, Pharmaka has “The Third Area” poetry reading featuring four poets with wine and noshes on Thursday, August 27th. Below the info are two poems new to downtownster by famous Persian poets. Pharmaka Gallery 101 West 5th Street (corner of 5th and main) Los Angeles (213) 689-7999 “The Third Area” poetry [...]
Introductions
Head leaning down and my eyes closed The cool wind blows in through the window. Music playing and images of last night rush by shifting speed with the temperature of my forehead. Once in a while something slips in between the words, images, and music exploding within my brain. An old friend comes to me [...]













