Hello, I am a writer, poet, artist, and film maker in New York City.
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- Walking with the windThe wind blows soft—a hushed, unseen whisper, Along the path, its voice flows ever onward. It speaks of pasts long buried, And futures not yet born. In silence, we begin to hear it clearly— Truths once forgotten, Left behind in the noise of the world. We walk toward a fate uncertain, Burdened by dreams too bold to name. Along cool shores, waves kiss our feet— And still we wonder: what are we meant to know? The mind races—faster, faster— Grasping at truths we’ve been forced to accept. On the road, we glimpse Wandering souls caught in the current. We lookContinue reading “Walking with the wind”
- The world I once knewI watch the world pass by — unchanged, unkind, And feel myself falling behind. I see others smiling, light as air, While I just sit and sigh, Watching everything I dreamed of drift by. I wanted a great love in high school, Like the movies promised, A happy ending my younger self believed in — Pure, simple, golden. I dreamed of success, of being known, But here I am, tired, alone. The world feels crueler now, Heavy with sorrow and disdain. My enemies thrive, While love moves slow, if at all. The wicked wed and celebrate, While the kind areContinue reading “The world I once knew”
- The age of trumpWhen the election happened not long ago, I warned that Donald Trump aspired to be a dictator—that our rights were in jeopardy, that he would damage this country in ways we couldn’t yet comprehend. But no one wanted to listen. Now, recent events seem to confirm those fears. Trump has systematically dismantled the very fabric of the America we once knew. He’s sent U.S. Marines—an institution meant to embody honor and discipline—into Los Angeles to serve as his personal enforcers. He has repeatedly disregarded the Constitution, and perhaps most dangerously, he’s emboldened and legitimized some of the most racist andContinue reading “The age of trump”
- Lest I forgetLest I forget, The feelings I dared to feel before. While I listened to the sound of the wind and the echoes of memories long past. Of times not meant to last, Dare I remember the song of the rivers, ever flowing, Peaceful as it seems before a storm. As I look at the sky what do I see, but the clouds floating most effortlessly,. Lest I forget the memory of those who come and are gone for eternity. Do I feel them nearby, whispering, wondering; Oh, how the days go by. their voices whispering, thinking. , what, then, doContinue reading “Lest I forget”
- The clockI look at the clock near my window, And think long at how times unfold. Hour upon hour passes and my mind wanders. An hour before a tragedy, an hour ahead and things are fine again. A day pass and with the new light, chaos the beginner of all things shows me. A month, a year, and further we can’t see. The future as mysterious as the stars. On the wings of a dream do we wander looking for the answers. Oh clock on my wall teach me. Show me how to weather the storms that come in time. GuideContinue reading “The clock”
- I once knewThere’s a grey cloud over my window, Though I don’t know how it got there. The weather is so cold it’s almost hard to bare. I don’t know how we got here, and why people are unaware but the land that I once knew is barren and so bare. There’s a shadow on the horizon and chaos brewing soon.I sit at my table drinking tea at noon. I once knew a land of prosperity a land meant for the stars.Where people were treated honorably and no one was tossed aside. I once knew a nation where law was heeded madeContinue reading “I once knew”
- Life as a neurodivergentIn 1943, Autism was first identified by Leo Kanner, and a year later, Hans Asperger described a similar condition. At the time, both were viewed as distinct disorders, almost like diseases, and it was decided they should be documented and diagnosed as such. Since then, individuals on the autism spectrum have faced stigma and marginalization from a society that often fails to understand these conditions. In this article, I aim to offer a glimpse into what it’s truly like to live with neurodivergence. I believe that through understanding, we can create a world where people like us are not marginalized,Continue reading “Life as a neurodivergent”
- The state of our mediaEver since I was young I wanted to enter the film industry. I didn’t know it at the time but the creative fervor of the 90s independent film boom spawned such classics as Pulp Fiction, Dazed and Confused, and Clerks had breathing room to live alongside studio masterpieces such as Jurassic Park, Titanic, and the Matrix. This isn’t even to mention the Disney Animation resurgence with films such as the Little Mermaid, The Lion King, Beauty and the beast, and Aladdin. These were all films that you could be proud were part of your childhood each one was a workContinue reading “The state of our media”
- What makes me nervous?What makes you nervous? People make me Nervous, I am nervous all the time living in a society which thinks so little of freedom of speech; where we are surrounded by thought police and where people try to cancel us for having opinions they don’t agree with. I believe that this has hindered my progress as a writer because I can be verbally attacked for writing things people may perceive as offensive even though it’s not. In our society we have to walk on egg shells out of fear of angering others. Our society has become so emotional and weakContinue reading “What makes me nervous?”
- (no title)I start each morning with a 20 minute session of transcendental Meditation followed by reading a couple chapters out of my favorite book. I believe that writing in a journal at some point in the morning is a godsend for the anxious mind; it is important. At 12:00 pm or 1:00 pm a small healthy meal is had, this is the basis of a healthy start to the day. What are your morning rituals? What does the first hour of your day look like?
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