I believe that who I am is a combination of everything including my creativity, my beliefs, my voice, my perspectives, my thoughts…

Cancer doesn't give two shits about who you are, how fit you were, your social status, your frame of mind and on and on and on…

Darkness does come now Night has begun He sits there alone Bleak thoughts are not done...

It’s incredible how timely this piece is with not just regards to being a creative, but also with holding on and persevering in the chaos…

So its been a while...for sure. The thing is....back in October I was diagnosed with throat cancer.

The other day, I had a conversation with someone about what I do. They were genuinely interested in how I got to where I am...

How the hell did I end up here? I still don't believe that this is where I live, even as the words fill the page.

Fake smiles, empty promises and a treasure trove of greed...it's all in a days work for Management.

Being an American abroad, I have gained and furthered my perspective on what it is to be an American, on what freedom means. Those words...

Every single morning, I wake up, look out the window at the beautiful lush farm I live on and think this same amazing thing...

It’s been three and a half weeks since I moved from Hong Kong to Chiangmai. It’s a move I wanted, a move I needed. I have no regrets…

I'm here, at home on Tai Ping Shan Street, looking out on to my little city below. My kitchen window invites and coerces me...

Aren’t we all emotional beings? What’s wrong with feeling something, anything? What’s wrong with expressing our feelings?

The overall feeling of freedom and creativity in my head and heart is something I never knew I could feel nor knew was possible. Truly.

You know, sometimes I can't believe that this little fucker made it. Today, I celebrate my 57th birthday and I'm still amazed that.,.

Sitting in my lit kitchen, I look out the window on to the city. Rain drips down in a steady stream, inviting memories and thoughts....

Tonight I walk around Lockhart Road in Wan Chai. It stinks of stale shitty beer and burning cigarettes. There's too much Old Spice cologne…

If you’re wondering, at all, as to why I haven’t posted in months, well, here’s the why…

It's been a full year that I’ve been living in Hong Kong....

Everyday, as I write from my apartment here in Hong Kong, I live in the noise within my mind…