Poetry, Love and Coffee – A cocktail of a life in progress.

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  • Never Give Up

    As long as you live your life true to yourself, you never have to give up your dreams. They will always be a part of who you need to be. A part of how you need to express yourself, your true self.

  • Which side, Paradise?

  • Chapter Five

    “I want to visit America. I hear that New York is scary? Have you been there?” “It’s scary if you are afraid of feeling the pulsating life that is constant. New York City is a heart that is constantly pounding to the rhythm of it’s own making.” “It has a mind that is dirty, sexy,…

  • FLASH FICTION SERIES

    The short stories, beginning with Departures and Distractions, are each written on my smartphone and are not edited for grammar or quality. They are flash fiction – which means what I publish is what I have written – warts and all. I hope you can comment and take into account the main goal of these…

  • Chapter Four Who am I?

    So 1993 began with a thud and although I had some money saved, it wouldn’t last me long if I stayed in this apartment. I sold my apartment and made a nice return. So I rented an apartment a little south of Union Square. I was out of work and not in a rush to…

  • Chapter Three

    Sarah left Acapulco the day before I did. I spent the last day on the beach and hitting some stores to buy some things for my siblings. I walked to, “Carlos and Charlies” and bought several t-shirts. Of course I had already purchased a couple of t-shirts from Babyo’s, how could I resist?

  • Chapter Two

    Deliberate Love In January of 1982 I graduated high school. Along with my group of friends we traveled to Acapulco for ten days of celebrations. This was our first trip away without parents and we were overexcited, naive, had high hopes for the condoms we had purchased and I had made some cassettes to listen…

  • August

    I first drove a car when I was 14 years old. I simply turned the key, shifted into drive and was free. Until I saw a red light ahead and I stepped on the brake. The car stopped short and thrust me into the steering wheel and then I put it in park without coming…

  • They Lived

    We will, live. With the faith we have inherited, the strength of community, traditions and family.

  • Simplicity in Love

    mi ricorderò per sempre, il tuo profumo, il tuo tocco, le tue labbra sulle mie labbra … anche se era solo una notte …