Everyone has dirt Have you colluded with soap? Blood is on your hands. Too Much Information is now Public We live in a day and age where everyone has dirty laundry.  Not that this is news to anyone, but now it shows up on a news feed and is shared by willing participants to the […]

An Apple a day yes does keep the doctor away throw the rotten ones. So Doctors… I was a stubborn young boy for my mother.  And I had this thing with doctors since the day I was born.  I peed on the doctor who delivered me. I refused to talk as a toddler.  My first […]

      5 Word Poetry Challenge I will play this game with friends where they will give me 5 words as random or as weird as they want those words to be and I will create a poem for them.  You can either watch this on YouTube or read for you pleasure below. Zwatko […]

  I’ve been keeping a journal for the past five or six years.  Check out this latest video for more information.  Here is short preview of the video above. 1 Journaling helps answer your own problems In the words of Winnie the Pooh, “you know more than you think”.  Stop looking to other people to […]

  So what does numbers have to do with our feelings?  They have to do with a lot more.  Check out either my spoken word YouTube video or poem in written form here.   Arithmetic by Feeling Lowly are we emotional creatures as compared to our intellectual pursuits. Our feelings are better judged by a […]

I am working on typing up the transcript.  In the meantime I have the video right here.  Enjoy.  Mike Cecconi is a writer living is within Central New York who does “stand up” poetry and writing all the sort.  He has published several short chat books, and I interviewed him a few days ago to […]

“Observe its barcode sequence dress. Uh, it’s so post-non-conformist. Way binary! A cute uniform for any occasion. A chameleon of numbers. It says something bold but I am not sure what. But that’s the beauty of it: it is so open to the possibility of meaning that it left meaningless. Hence white and black so […]

Let he be the first one to cast a stone. Poet, skip rocks at a shadow unknown. Earth’s a rocket propelled in outer space, philosopher’s stone called the human race. Petrified, I hide behind a boulder I walk out bolder as I get older. The ground beneath us two is rock solid, thus we are […]

…observe the world to reflect soul; lose the ego in search for my keys; …shoot pictures each a thousand words; express their pattern blurred to one hundred. …point to objects to show not tell feelings; work material into abstraction; connect with a Internet of things to vary their controlled interaction. …split and stock wood piles […]

This poem is a sonnet I wrote after reflecting on the death of Stephen Hawking. I imagined Hawking dating beautiful for women and seeing their beauty comparable to the universe he studied.