I live in Worcester, Massachusetts. I draw inspiration from live music, my children, and those who’ve touched my life. I wrote as a News Correspondent for the Sentinel & Enterprise in Fitchburg, Massachusetts. I have also published work in The Phish Companion 2nd. edition.
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Generation X is the term used to label the current generation of people in their twenties. Before we came along there were the hippies, then the baby boomers who traded in their love beads for gold ca…
overrheard words / from random conversations, / scraps of paper scrawlled / with phillosophical / quotations, / speeches delivered / to move a nation, / whispers from children / of the next / genera…
Once they / rise, / the darkness / will retreat.
I / imagine / someplace / different. / A place where, / people are kind. / a place where, / the sun shines. / a place where, / music plays. / a place to spend / better days. I can, see the sea;…
So much of what we communicate / cannot be said; / a gaze, / a glance, / a touch, / a sigh, / a painted / fingernail. Now, is not the time / to be shy. I love the way / you trace the lines / …
The words are traces / of thoughts I’ve had. / Markers of memories / and days / gone past. / As long as a spark fires, / to light the way, / down mental pathways. / I’ll spend my / days …