"While his heart bled out; a hum broke the gate to his soul."

June 30, 2016

I don’t walk gangsta’ style, do not even own a gun, don’t really talk trash and certainly do not walk around with my jeans below the waistline.

So, then why do I like rap/hip-hop?

When I couldn’t find any answers around my urban life, I did what most confused professiona...

October 2, 2015

A novel is written, sold, celebrated, treasured and archived. But there is something that is never the same - It's the author's intimacy with the characters that at times end up bending his own reflection. 

This is the first post of the 'Making of Punk Sunk Love series'...

September 28, 2015

The cars on the highway were zipping by. My hands were firm; my legs on the peddle; the warm caffeine swiveled down leaving aromatic eye poppers up in the air. This was it; I could feel the thrill that would come with hitting the gas and so I did through 100 miles befo...

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