Happy Pride

Happy Pride to my LGBTQIA family and and friends. I want to thank all of you who have talked to me about my journey, helped me find my place, and continue to love me as I figure it out. Back in my early teens I knew I was different, not sure how but I knew.

10 Questions with Jesse Herzfeld

In this series I ask artist, poets, and other creators 10 questions about how they’ve maintained creativity and sanity during the past year of chaos and isolation.  10 Questions With Jesse Herzfeld (Writer/Poet/Creator) – Cleveland, Ohio 1. How are you doing after a year of Covid-19? It’s been a tough year. The pandemic started toward

10 Questions with Steven Thom

In this series I ask artist, poets, and other creators 10 questions about how they’ve maintained creativity and sanity during the past year of chaos and isolation. 10 Questions With Steven Thom (Writer/Poet/Creator) – Cleveland, Ohio 1. How are you doing after a year of Covid-19? Emotionally, almost over flowing and at times when isolated

New Poem – My Mind

My Mind (A Study In How I’ve Disappointed My Parents) My mind is a used book shop.It is filled up dusty, piled precariously.Packrat, hoarder, floor to ceiling.Unorganized to the outsider,but to me…organized chaos. Just right. My mind is an old record.Scratched, crackle, pop.Ring wear cover art. Dollar bin.It skips a few songs but plays.Patti Smith,

The Mercy Rule

The Mercy Rule Several years ago, I was asked to be an assistant coach for a little league baseball team my friend Steve was coaching. This team wasn’t just a typical little league team however, this team was was made up of the left-over kids who didn’t make the other squads around the area. Also

Happy New Year

I’ve started a new store that features designs by me. Check it out! https://etsy.me/3rHDvCe

New IG Account – The Amorous Cypher

I’ve started a new Instagram account called The Amorous Cypher that will feature my little seen romantic and erotic poetry as well as some prose pieces. https://www.instagram.com/the_amorous_cypher/

New Album Out Today!

This is a collection of the only recordings of my alt-country/Americana project that was on and off from 1998-2013. I never released an album because the only studio LP I recorded was lost when the studio I recorded at was destroyed, that resulted in a long hiatus from music. The masters were lost and so

Late Night Ramblings

I fall in love with afterthoughts and the names in playbills. Cast and crew. Nuts and bolts. Backstage busted non-union smoke breaks. Fuck. That’s good. Write it down. Have you cried for a smile that you never saw? A mirage. A dial tone fantasy. The best love never gets to that point. It scorches the

New Poem

My heart burns with the readers digest. Thrown on a pyre without consent. Gasoline shoulders ignite. Carrying the weight of a world on fire. Dead eyes have no tears, only regrets. While my ghosts sing for the poets, we are mostly forgotten. Like a fallen tree, we are a silent thunder. Clapping off time in

Three New Poems

Rich People Fuck Weird A slip of paper in an old note book was written, “Rich people fuck weird!” No context. No worries. Folded it. In my pocket. Sliding out the door, just in time for the night. Lorain Ave. it was the 90s. Brutalism westside. Everything was grey, always. we wrote poems. In alleyways.

Four Poems About Love

Love Poems Love poems are shit. Shit. Love. Pray. Or, was it, Eat Love Shit? Either way. Struggle. Mindful, mindless Ghosting. Window pane Window into pain. Ice forms on glass, crackling. Winters are cold here. Smoke. ignite. Dissolve My hands turn red, then blue. Yellow tar. Snow fell. I was falling. Star Smoke Rings Smoke