I was born in Brooklyn, New York. I started writing when I was a teenager. I lived in New York City all my life until ten years ago and moved to Santa Fe, New Mexico.
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My first book published in 2004 titled: " Is Your Father Black?" Isbn # 1-4137-55569 . My second book titled: " Dusty," Isbn# 1424120187 is a pet lovers story. I have a murder mystery coming out later this year titled: " Clara Layten: The Chelsea Murders," takes place in New York. I also have another book coming out at the same time, titled: " Visions Of Freedom," based on a true story of one man's desire for freedom from communist Cuba.
Can you hear me now!!! Here comes One OOWEE Under GOD, with personal and dramatic POETRY (A LIFE IN NO SPECIFIC ORDER & A LIFE GETTING IN SPECIFIC ORDER), gripping and venting SHORT STORIES (PEACE, BE STILL) and a blazing novel titled The Spices In Life; it's becoming soooooooooooo amazing.
January 2010 will sum up all my literary hardknocks up to this point. My creativeness touching on everything that I hope to become and, what has taken me so long in getting there (here). Had it not been for the Lord on my side, I don't know where I'd be, I can guess though; let's see, locked up or locked under.
Days don?t look as
as the itty
in an instant.
it was light
I wanted to be left feeling invisible because to remember would be unfeeling; compassionately socializing with the enemy shouldn't deliberately weigh on my feelings. Why would my sanity truly depend on your survival; that can't be. Why can't the feelings of being down have its window shut; spilling to the ground. The explanation of when I rage; has been shut up so long that I've forgotten the rules and pleasures to openness; if there's really still a place for me. The only thing that's changed is that the applause is only quieter. The bright lights of 'insane'; frightening nights is what my soul knows to be forgotten amongst the sane. I try not to weep or willow but out-casted is, as out-casted does. Don't cry for me because I hide part the way; let's get it straight. My forgetting my whole self because I have been born again and again and again and...; I ain't mad, I go on. How do you unscramble a rattled mind that's struggling to be born again with the hope I have left; I've lived in the flesh, now die in the Word. God has plans for me, as soon as I figure at what they are.