I was born and raised in Los Angeles, CA. I've given readings at events around Los Angeles County at places like The Goethe Institut, Chung King Rd in Chinatown, and Lawrence Asher Gallery. As of now I have been published online and been accepted for an anthology. I enjoy cold sake and long walks on the fire.
The black cloud from the volcano hung in
the air like a storm. We stared at its image -
the face of a raging demon, mouth gaping screaming
some earth shattering heresy.
A sidewalk caked in the ashes of a problem had
a name written in it that no one wanted to say.
Snakes covered the earth like grooves in
the sierra sand.
My left hand opened and I beheld a diamond,
black and transparent; my right a ball of flame.
I was still standing on the mountain.
Behind me the sky grew suspicious.
Herbs plotted against me as a standard procedure,
not because I had done anything.
Then I saw a man, a man with skin pale as crying snow,
and it was blemished, impure, cut with the stain of
former holiness; and his eyes looked at me, black like
the window to a Great White Shark, teeth like onyx;
and he saw me from worlds away, staring at me from an incalculable
distance; and he wanted to kill me,
for he knew I was him.