Trapped Eyes

I often passed a woman in downtown Boston who sat in the same park with all of her varies bags and belongings spread around her. This poem reflects my thoughts on those who wander the streets with eyes trapped in the cage of their mind. No one hears the screams from trapped eyes where the …

Running Tears

A poem I wrote in reflection on the many mother's losing their children to violence in the streets of Chicago. Tears running, ran heavily through the streets mixing with blood shed from lost souls traveling a reaper's path holding hatred hard within their hearts. The wailing cries of many mothers losses crawling, climbing and crucifying …

The Red Rondo

A poem I wrote in 2009 for a poetry class after reading a headline about a young man shot to death in Chicago. The sound of Dave Brubeck's Blue Rondo A La Turk played in my ears, so I blended the sound as the background music when I see the images from this poem.