Mark your calendars!

I am honored and elated to be one of the featured poets at the Hudson Valley Writers Center!

Open Mic (& Featured Poets, Writers) at the Hudson Valley Writers Center convenes:

March 15th: 7:30pm to 9:30pm

Hudson Valley Writers Center

Hosted by Bill Buschel

300 Riverside Drive

Sleepy Hollow, New York

Rain or Shine (if it snows, i will send an update)

Suggested Donation: $5.00

Open Mic – sign up is from 7pm to 7:30pm

All genres welcome – fiction, non-fiction,


(5 minute reading limit recommended to

be on time to sign up)

For my friends who like train rides, the

Hudson Valley Writers Center is right at the Philipse Manor, Metro North (Hudson Line) train stop. You just step off the train and the gorgeous center is right there. The ride along the Hudson River—northbound from NYC or southbound from Beacon is lovely!

After Hearing News Reports

After Hearing News Reports

After hearing many news reports about fashion designers and politicians affinity towards wearing “black face”, I felt like posting a poem of mine that was published in 2017 in Burningword Literary Journal Issue #83:

Please feel free to share

Much Gratitude for Publication

My poem: “Stranger, You Can’t Enter Here” is published online. Much Gratitude to Blue Lake Review for publishing it in their January edition!

Click the link below to read it. (If you are reading it on a mobile scroll to bottom first and click web format at bottom of page for a better display)

Celebrating Black History Month

In honor of Black History Month, I plan to post wonderful memories, facts and historical accounts related to Black History.

I start with remembering Langston Hughes who was born this day, February 1st, 1902.


I dream a world where man

No other man will scorn,

Where love will bless the earth

And peace its paths adorn

I dream a world where all

Will know sweet freedom’s way,

Where greed no longer saps the soul

Nor avarice blights our day.

A world I dream where black or white,

Whatever race you be,

Will share the bounties of the earth

And every man is free,

Where wretchedness will hang its head

And joy, like a pearl,

Attends the needs of all mankind-

Of such I dream, my world!