About

Hemingway said there is nothing to writing, “Just sit at a typewriter, open your veins and bleed.” I have my differences with Hemingway, but there is truth to this statement. Let me invite you into my world. Here my veins bleed the blood of my people whose stories lay obscure on the pavement. Here you will see my own heart beats the hum of a strange peculiar tune. Here I lay testimony for those who came before me so that there may be something left for those who come after.