Mr. Martin, a storyteller, has used stories to inspire classrooms and youth groups in both New York and California. While living in Rochester New York he founded the BEHOLD Theater group (he hopes to kick start this again) which introduced… Read More ›
The rhyming and the not, as if I had forgot, my words of many years, embedded in my tears. Days of youth have passed. The die has long been cast. Pieces of my life still wading through pained strife. Time… Read More ›
Newspapers stacked beside piled up mail, cigarette butts in a bottle of ale Sun filtered in through the hole in the drapes The dinner he made is now dried on the plate His faded old jeans, torn and ripped at… Read More ›
Memories, grainy, old time movies Ragged tape, threads dusty projectors, flickering over time’s silver screen A film of stale dreams, on sticky floors, in a long-abandoned movie house Long forgotten character actors, wave in Chaplinesque fashion Smiling, like someone I… Read More ›
Inspiration and aspiration For artistic expression Can spark up from anything really… A kiss, a smile, a touch; Inspiration can even come to you right now While you are sitting still Without saying much. Because at the end of the… Read More ›
My sky seems to fall And my earth seems to climb When there is sadness I am caught between the lines There is sorrow I cannot control And bitterness within my heart There is darkness in my soul I seem… Read More ›
It was a long and torturous way In the hulls of beasts Through the cold and turbulent waves It was on a thieving wind My forefathers wailed and groaned In the scorn of their bonds It was a plentiful trail … Read More ›
Diverse backgrounds and titles unfamiliar names and faces all searching for the voice inside that will one day take us places Seems we all could use a peaceful place that’s detached from a colorless mood especially when the comforts of… Read More ›
We wear masks to protect us from harm An armor, which is always on guard No more wearing your heart on your sleeve Wearing this mask to protect me from heartache and pain Hiding the truth from ourselves, Putting love… Read More ›
She tasted like red velvet Cake; like strawberry topping. Her thighs were wrapped around My body – we embraced Tightly; she accepted My engagement – to have Her hand. We were Bound to one another And her feet came Off… Read More ›
Raja's Insight 