Joys of NYC living include

watching a cockroach

climb all of its six legs

all over the bristles

of your toothbrush

wondering if it was

first time.


Gentle sound of rain

Seven seconds of thunder

Lightning painted sky


Last sparks of summer 

Singing Spanish serenades 

Sunday Sidewalk stroll 


Under the sun’s haze

Two showers needed today 

Waterfall sweating 

Poetry performance

Hello everyone, 

You can check out my performance yesterday at Word Up bookstore for the Bottoms Up Social open mic. Copies of my book are available for purchase now at Word Up bookstore 

Poetry Book Review

Hello fellow bloggers,

I’d like to take a small departure from my regular poetry writing and review my friend Kevin Marquez’s book “Towards the Question Mark” available on

Towards the Question Mark provides a poetic insight as to what it is like growing up in New York City. The poetic narrator takes the reader on a journey through family strife, of loves born and lost. As a reader, you find yourself rooting this poetic narrator on. Kevin uses a variety of poetic forms to convey different aspects of a native New Yorker’s life.
There are some academics that question the legitimacy of Spanglish in literary works, Kevin’s use of Spanglish ,however, in selected poems represent the voice of this generation of Latino writers. I invite you all to join this writer’s journey. It provides a window to one man’s trial and tribulations with the Big Apple as the setting.

Use the link below to purchase a copy.

Happy reading and writing everyone!


Hello everyone, 

Click below to watch a clip of one of my latest performances for the Bottoms Up Social open mic in New York City at Word Up book shop 
             Happy writing!

The Cathedral

Take me to where
the Sultan of Swat
was king,
where 1918 chants
still echo.

A place that pulsated history
Legends were palpable
Take me to where
Gehrig stood on a mound
and said, “Today
I consider myself the luckiest
man on Earth.”
where a Captain
oh my Captain
was declared Mr. November.

Baseball’s Bronx Bombers
the 4 train ride
previewed the inside.
The bleacher seats
were comfortable
and congregation place
for creatures.

Families and friends
for America’s past time
Stadium traded in
for a plastic
second wife

Now demolished
but through
bittersweet memories
has life.

Central Park

Secluded walk way

Moonlight, hearts guiding our path 

Fingers intertwined