April 20, 2018 Such a familiar feeling as if it was a d’javu from so many years ago, but this time the sense of accomplishment is finite and overwhelming. A ...

June 8, 2018 Pushing back and anticipating some familiar faces that I’ve whole heartedly missed from stateside. Grumbling for some good old home cooking, ven...

January 9, 2018 Bite the bullet they always say, but this farewell will be the last and final heartache of many across these blue waters. The soft kisses, th...

September 17, 2017 Admist the sulfur blooms that line the vast valley that succumbs the pair of Pitons that find its masculine lines that aline the Caribbean...

June 25, 2017 Moments of a glance that disheartened even the most strongest of will, the soft and tender smile that brings my heart to its calm but rhythmic...

May 1, 2017 From the trenches hovering the dim lite corner of the room, my legs crossed in a frenzy like it was compressing every ounce of intelligence in ...

February 22, 2017 As fate has it, the five year curse had finally exhausted itself and I myself have nearly ran my course. Following in the belief in myself...

December 25, 2016 (New York Christmas) Off the 6, the scurrying footsteps against the blurred gestures of a moving train found its solace in the few travele...

September 11, 2016 Twice in the valley of Columbus, I sense the red-blooded obedience of the mighty buckeyes. A sip of durian ice cream, chicken popcorn, an...

June 16, 2016 Raleigh & Wake Forest, NC Barely skimming the hands of time as we quickly shuffled into the terminal, just to our surprise was some familiar ...

June 2, 2016 An eye opener this morning to the carcasses that lined the coned stripes directing its way to the theatrics of the arb and Motts. A few intere...

January 12, 2016 As the haunting tones of Adele flaunted it's way into my dreams, I felt the casual notes that chimed my arrival into Cleveland. It seemed ...

April 23, 2016 Fuck You, Bruce Gilden! One can never forget the horrendous odor of the 110 freeway.  I'€™m not particularly talking about the smell of petro...

October 3, 2014 Echoing into the devout chambers of arches were the melancholic screeching that line the stations'€™ edges, footsteps creeping against the ...

July 7, 2015 Down the 2, as the sunrise caught the flagpost of the Rockefeller skyline, the clouds glistened with a soft touch against the fluttering sailb...

May 3, 2015 Shadows only exist in the presence of light.  They are the fairy dust that can magically change the dynamic of a photograph and give it the dep...

May 20, 2015 To know oneself is to know your ancestry.  To relate to oneself you must relate to your community.  Although popularity and distinction are the...

May 12, 2015 Where am I?  Why am I even here?  Who am I?  What is it that I am seeking?  The vision and questions that evoke any traveler to this place sho...

May 12, 2015 Finding myself just a few short miles from the border, home of the carne asada fries, the lonely Chargers, and the foggy walk at the Gas Lamp ...

April 28, 2014 PROJECT ELF:  25 Years of Passion After a long cross-country move from Brooklyn, NY/Lancaster, PA, to Anaheim, CA, when I was a kid, I rememb...