Last song: true story from my stripper days (and a poem that was born)

It was roughly two o’clock in the morning and I was high on cocaine. I had just arrived home after working a double shift at the club. After twelve hours in my six-inch stilettos, I was a zombie on stage as the last song played. My feet throbbing and longing for a hot bath, I … Continue reading Last song: true story from my stripper days (and a poem that was born)

Lost, Found, London

    I recently opened a box mailed to me from my mother back home in Hawaii that was sitting in her garage since the late 80's. I was more than a little nervous thinking about what was inside but I had an idea; memories I wanted gone but wasn't ready to abandon completely. Once … Continue reading Lost, Found, London

On the corner of Lessons and Message (poem)

Too many tears of late I cannot comprehend I know I'm not alone Let's begin again   If happiness is born from agony And beauty, from the wreckage Then laughter is around the bend On the corner of Lessons and Message   To push away the ones we love Then weep over the lonely Is … Continue reading On the corner of Lessons and Message (poem)