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inspiration: I think that the most divine poet after Whitman, Rumi, Tagore, and Rimbaud has to be Constantine Cavafy, a Greek writer who died in the year 1933 on April 29th (the day and month I was born--I like to think his spirit inhabits me sometimes.) His poem "Ithaca" is a kind of philosophia for me-after all, it's truly the journey that matters. He affirms for me that the passage through life is not where we are going, but an increasing appreciation of where we are at this very moment.

foods to always have in the house: Nutella, cherry infused prunes, walnuts, organic almond milk, extra virgin sicilian olive oil, fancy dijon mustard, raw honey, lemons, raw dark chocolate, organic kale, blackeyedpeas, wild salmon along with my favorite dark salad greens lunch fixings, organic spinich, sundried tomatoes, dressing: maple syrup, olive oil, balsamic vinegar.

favorite quotes: "Life shrinks or expands in proportion to one's courage." Anais Nin "The job of the artist is always to deepen the mystery." Francis Bacon "If you judge people, you have no time to love them." Mother Theresa "Living with integrity means: Not settling for less than what you know you deserve in your relationships. Asking for what you want and need from others. Speaking your truth, even though it might create conflict or tension." Barbara DeAngelis "We have to dare to be ourselves, however frightening or strange that self may prove to be." May Sarton "Never be bullied into silence, never allow yourself to be made a victim, accept no one's definition of your life." Harvey Fierstein

download me: listen to a couple of select tracks from "The Spirit Compass," an original audio CD featuring the electroacoustic compositions of D. Edward Davis and my own spoken word from several poetry video narrative soundtracks.

i-site: You can visit my google profile here.

reasons to believe: I am a true defender in the realm of the imagination. Rob Brezsny, an astrologer and author, says it best:

"The imagination is increasingly becoming a vestigial organ. It's being pummeled into dysfunction by the numbing onslaught of generic and nihilistic images that endlessly flood from the mass media. How can you generate your own images or ask your own questions if your mind's eye is swarming with dazzling yet inane creations crafted by news and entertainment companies that possess what amounts to sleek multibillion-dollar propaganda machines?

To get a sense of the growing devastation, just wander around a grade school at recess. Kids' conversations will overflow with the regurgitation of stories that have been blast-furnaced into their sensitive psyches by movies, TV shows, music, and video games.

I call this ongoing tragedy the genocide of the imagination. Because of it, many people are lazy or even paralyzed about using their greatest magical power. They allow their imaginations to fill up with trashy images that are at odds with their deepest desires, and their incoherent lives reflect that.

My goal, as a lobbyist for the imagination, is to help inspire people to become very disciplined about what images they entertain in their imaginations. To seek out the images that inspire them to exercise their willpower for their own highest good."

(this quote taken from author and astrology guru, Rob Brezsny)

favorite beverages: Thai iced tea (with extra sweetened condensed milk please), "Orangina" with crushed ice in the summer, any extract of almond, cherry, or hazelnut as a spirit or syrup (as an Italian soda w/Perrier then with a dollop of light whipped cream of course), Campari poured over ice with an orange rind and a cherry, Starbucks green tea latte or vanilla roobius, Greek red dessert wine, chilled prosecco.

on clothing: like my temperament--casual and sometimes a bit unkempt--don't like fussy anything, give me a roomy cottage with a garden or a Zen-like warehouse to ruminate in and dress me in an old Chinese Mao suit or Eddie Bauer or Banana Republic--I could go shoeless for the rest of my life--I own two suits, I don't wear jewelry--not even a watch--if I do wear a scent (rarely) then it's Roger and Gallet's Green Tea Fragrance or the Diptyque scent known as "Oyedo." I'm also wild about Jo Malone fragrances and particularly her "Orange Blossom" scent.

after (ohlala) Paris: (I lived there for one year teaching English among other "professions" and still believe that I'll polish my French and one day, retire among the touristy boulevards and chic women with their poodles.) I am still caught in the grip of a feverish wanderlust and could travel for the rest of my days. Besides Paris, the most charming cities abroad for me have been Granada, Spain and Krakow, Poland. I still want to go back and hike in the mountains of Gimmelwald, Switzerland. I have fond memories of collecting smooth stones and crystals on the beaches of the Dingle Penisula in Ireland and roaming through the narrow medieval streets of Tallinn, Estonia. I taught college courses and conducted cultural excursions in Vienna for several months and I still dream of the smoky coffee shops there, the sacretortes, the parks, the cobblestoned Stephanplatz.

please don't leave the planet without: eating cheese fries with a soulfriend in Chicago's "Boystown" at two a.m. after a night out dancing; getting robbed in Greenwich Village and entirely lost on Manhattan's subway in your early twenties; getting your heart smelted by a beautiful late-night bartender who offers free Campari and sodas and talks dirty to you all night; staying in bed all weekend watching old Bette Davis movies and ordering in fried calamari and Leona's Chicago style pizza; walking in a forest of ice branches and falling snow; actually believing in wishes made on coins tossed in wells and European fountains; swimming in the ocean naked in Spain; saving a friend from falling off a mountain path (literally) in the state of Washington; stopping in traffic and pulling over to finish the line of a poem you're working on; camping solo in Michigan's Upper Peninsula as deer and bears come to sniff at your tent; knowing your indulgences and giving in occasionally (or more frequently as the case may be); traveling and keeping a journal; dreaming deeply in color and remembering your deviant nocturnal exploits.

six stories that are always green inside me: Truman Capote's "A Christmas Memory," Virginia Woolf's tale "Orlando," Sherwood Anderson's "Hands," Gabriel Garcia Marquez' "An Old Man with Very Enormous Wings," Willa Cather's "Paul's Case," and J.D. Salinger's "A Perfect Day for Bananafish." (I also revere stories and essays by Susan Sontag, Joan Didion, Ernest Hemingway, Raymond Carver, and Sandra Cisneros and a whole bunch of cool poets like Gabriel Garcia Lorca, Jane Hirshfield, D.A. Powell, and Rabindranath Tagore.)

a last supper for me: lightly steamed and buttered asparagus, my mother's American potato salad, fresh Florida lobster bisque, Spanish paella with grilled shrimp, potato gnocchi with formaggio and gorgonzola cheeses, pesto risotto and burnt caramel flan.

spiritual parable: When looking for God, Kabir asks a student:

Kabir: "Student tell me, what is God?'

Reply: "It is the breath within breath."

how do I live: for almost eight years I inhabited a minimalist's dream, a 900 square foot studio loft in frenetic downtown Chicago. A while ago, I purchased a cozy cedar lodge townhome near the university campus where I teach. Still, my heart yearns for wide open spaces: a big, comfortable cottage or cabin retreat near a mountain range, pine woods and gurgling springs, simple routines, close companions, cook-outs, storytelling around a fire, hiking, reading, writing, road trips, much, much belly-ache, out loud laughter.

jivin' visions: Laurie Anderson's performance-storytelling, Gary Snyder's beat/Buddhist nature philosophy, Camille Paglia's libertarian rants, Julia Cameron's "Artist's Way" guidance and affirmations, Esther and Jerry Hicks, Andrew Harvey's "Direct Path", a little Gary Zukav, a little Zen.

notes on writing poetry: read some of my own thoughts on the craft of writing, glean some insights I've gathered through teachers and writing workshops and coursework on literature on how to enter a poem right here; these are small revelations that reveal resources necessary when creating poetic work.

on radical faerie-hood and liberation: Tom Spanbauer who wrote "The Man Who Fell in Love with the Moon" says: "What I'd like to gain from this time is a better understanding of myself. I'd like to learn to trust my gay brothers more. Trust myself more. I'd like to let go of fear. Of shame. Of ugly body stuff. Shyness I have--shyness is social terror. I'd like to remain open, stay vulnerable." Anyone interested in exploring the radical faerie movement should turn to writings by Harry Hay or Will Roscoe or Mitch Walker. The radical faerie movement is a home-grown gay spirituality movement that is completely non-institutionalized. It borrows heavily from earth-based spiritual traditions such as Native American and Pagan tradition. There isn't just one description that umbrellas all radical faeries. Most have rejected formal religion and instead quest for traditions, rituals, and beliefs that affirm sexuality, identity, and a unique sacred path.

I love illustrated journals: I love seeing what other naturalists have created and being out in nature myself and creating them. I'm a big fan of Hannah Hinchman who wrote a great book on writing and creating illuminated journals called, "A Life in Hand." I also love reading about nature from my favorite writers: Jamaica Kincaid, Terry Tempest Williams, Henry David Thoreau, Walt Whitman, Ralph Waldo Emerson, Bruce Chatwin, Louise Erdrich, and Barbara Kingsolver among others. I love turning others onto literature about nature and exploring what can be observed through a closer union with the forces of Gaia.

turn-ons: intelligence, passionate kisses, dancing close, full lips, being real, reading in bed, being "giggly and silly-silly," burning incense, tenderness, eye contact, patience, aromatherapy massage, talking about film or pop culture or nature, a hot spa bath, the rain outside, cooking together, listening for the faeries, oh yeah, kisses.

snippet from a love poem I penned: "Can we enter this heat unarmed?/Attest to this spark, courageous?/Can we walk into the blue center/until we are nothing but ash,/coal turning to essence, wind?" (taken from the videopoem "Elemental Reels" written by Gerard Wozek/copyright 2006.)

if stranded on an island with my mini-iPod and I could only upload 15 CD's I'd choose: Henryk Gorecki's "Symphony #3," Joni Mitchell's "For the Roses," "Travelogue," and "Blue," Tori Amos' "Little Earthquakes," Janis Ian's "Between the Lines," Vaughn Williams' "Thomas Tallis," Kate Bush's "Hounds of Love," Billie Holiday's "Lady in Satin," Sarah Brightman's "Harem," Mozart's collected works, Tom Waits' "Closing Time,"Sarah McLachlan's "Surfacing," Madonna's "Ray of Light," Bjork's "Vespertine."

works by artists I'd like to view while in an altered mind: Joseph Cornell's boxes, anything by Redon, Caravaggio, Magritte, Van Gogh, Raphael, Bruegal, Giotto, and Jean Cocteau.

from the cradle: I was born in Chicago and orphaned at the Catholic Charities before being adopted. In a safe deposit box I have my birth mother's signature (her name was Jean) on official adoption papers (written in calligraphy) and my birth name, "Michelangelo." I have tried to reach my birth mother but I recently discovered the orphanage I stayed at briefly no longer exists as a result ofa fire. The mystery deepens. I was raised by a blue collar Polish family and my last name in Polish means "cart" or "wagon." "Gerard," which means "strength" is what I pull my load with on this journey. It's pretty clear I'm from another tribe. Maybe I'm a selkie? Maybe a changeling? I'm Scandinavian/Irish, blue eyes, dark blonde hair, 5'10; a Taurus sun with moon in Gemini and Scorpio rising! (the same astrological mix as Sigmund Freud, in fact!)

prized childhood possessions: a pinkish glow-in-the-dark rosary awarded to me for memorizing the Act of Contrition in grade school, a crumbling edition of the tales of Hans Christian Anderson--a book my adopted mother read to me from the time I was six, a faded scar on my left hand where a boy I had a crush on in the fourth grade burned me with a smoldering cherry bomb, a holy card of St. Gerard, the patron saint of mothers who long to bear children, that says: "not flesh of my flesh, not bone of my bone, but still miraculously my own."

visionaries: Ken Wilbur, Marianne Williamson, Dr. Martin Luther King, Gandhi, Peter Gabriel, Madonna, May Sarton, Adrienne Rich, Harry Hay, Gary Zukav, Oscar Wilde, Timothy Leary, Oprah Winfrey, Allen Ginsberg, Rumi, Sappho, Virginia Woolf.

on my public shyness: I devoted time to getting my first Master's Degree in Communication Theory because I was significantly paralyzed speaking in front of people. I wrote my first poetry play "The Changeling's Exile" because I was too shy to read my own work in public-so I let a theatre ensemble perform it. (It was a piece about a child who was abandoned by the faeries and raised by human beings.) Lionheart Theatre produced the verse play in 1992 at a small venue in Chicago and the centerpiece poem was later made into a limited edition, handbound poetry chapbook at Deep Wood Press.

on "luck": There just no such thing! it's a combination of preparedness and opportunity, I believe one's focused inner life magnetizes certain fortunate possibilities and experiences towards oneself. The mind is an amazing thing!

what happened: I was raised in the blue collar middle-class Midwest. I used to watch reruns of the "Patty Duke Show" and "Father Knows Best" relentlessly when I was a kid. Growing up, I listened to my favorite Julie Andrews albums: "Mary Poppins," "Star," and "Thoroughly Modern Millie" over and over until I had memorized the lyrics completely. I spent a lot of time alone during my adolescence, walking through the vacant lots and cornfields around my parent's house, making up stories, imagining faraway places. My favorite pastime was singing songs I remembered from the radio and changing the lyrics to fit my whim as I walked the railroad tracks that ran along the nature trails. At the age of eleven, I was in love with Bobby Sherman, Paul McCartney, Donny Osmond, Richard Carpenter and Davy Jones. I daydreamed incessantly. I always loathed organized sports, stiff uniforms, Catholic rigidity, the tyranny of bland repetition and strict discipline. Looking back and to the present, it seems I have never grown out of whirligig laughter, wandering about, watching "Hazel" reruns, eating homemade peanut butter cookies, and downing a pixie stix here and there.

on "healing": In "The Courage to Heal", Eli Fuller says: "If you enter into healing, be prepared to lose everything. Healing is a ravaging force to which nothing seems sacred or inviolable. As my original pain releases itself in healing, it rips to shreds the structures and foundations I built in weakness and ignorance. Ironically and unjustly, only I can pay the price of having lived a lie. I am experiencing the bizarre miracle of reincarnating more lucidly than at birth in the same lifetime." Stephen Levine in "Healing into Life and Death" says: "Truly we have been waiting all our lives to hear 'I love you' in our own voice."

five poets to read before dreaming: Jane Hirshfield, Li Young Lee, Marilyn Chin, Rita Dove, Cyrus Cassells.

I believe: life is a shaman's journey, a world we co-create with the Great Spirit and an existence that we are ultimately responsible for. We must treat the Earth as though it is a sentient being, alive, aware, and intuitive. Our magical tool is our capacity to consciously implement our positive creative imagination and not limit the great bounty that can spring from activating it. Prayer is awakening to the notion that God is not anthropomorphic and that we create our reality as we "speak" from this consciousness of the unified Mind. The fact is, we are always praying. What is within us manifests as what surrounds us. Visionary and prophet, William Blake proclaimed it when he wrote:

"This world of Imagination is the world of Eternity; it is the divine bosom into which we shall go after the death of the Vegetated body. This World of Imagination is Infinite and Eternal, whereas the world of Generation, or Vegetation, is Finite and Temporal. There exists in that Eternal World the Permanent Realities of Every Thing which we see reflected in this Vegetable Glass of Nature. All Things are comprehended in their Eternal Forms in the divine body of the Saviour, the True Vine of Eternity, the Human Imagination."

great cinema that holds up for repeated viewings: "The Red Shoes" by Michael Powell, Jean Cocteau's "Beauty and the Beast," Wim Wender's "Wings of Desire,"Terrence Davies' "Distant Voices Still Lives," Alfred Hitchcock's "Rebecca" and most films by Alfred Hitchcock, David Mamet, Vincente Minnelli, and Douglas Sirk (there's something grand about Australian films as well: "Muriel's Wedding," "Angel at my Table" and "Strictly Ballroom" for example are stunning, and Asian cinema too: "Shall We Dance," "In the Mood for Love," and "Comrades: Almost a Love Story"). Some recent favorites: "Bright Star," "The Reader," "Slumdog Millionaire", and "Vicky Cristina, Barcelona" (I really love Woody Allen movies!)

on "writing": I'm convinced it takes tremendous courage and discipline to alchemize one's life into well-chosen words--but then, what else is there for a writer?--Henry James said: "We live in the dark, we do what we can, the rest is the madness of art." My principal concerns in writing are seeing travel as a spiritual pilgrimmage, reenchanting the planet, reconnecting with the Gaian pulse, preserving the natural, pure erotic impulse, remembering and revisioning one's childhood, the translation of instinct and desire, discovering how identities are assumed/subterfuge.

a few places I like to visit on the web: you can light a candle here or enter "the magic eye" of the amazing German photographer Herbert List or explore the world of faerie shamanism or ponder some mind-expanding contemporary thinkers.

five "old school" divas I adore: Joan Crawford (the classic, "Humoresque" gets to me every time), Marlene Dietrich (her last scene in the Welles film, "Touch of Evil" is drop dead), Bette Davis (when I was depressed and homesick living in Paris I saw "Now Voyager" at a cinema near the Marais, five times), Kate Hepburn (in "Lion in Winter" and "On Golden Pond" are just thrilling), and (blush) Judy Garland (I saw "Meet Me in St Louis" when I was ten and the scene where she sings "Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas" went through me like a fierce sword . .oh gosh yes I have sometimes been intimate friends with melancholia and Blanche DuBois).

yes, it's true, I lived through the eighties: listening to Kate Bush, Peter Gabriel, 'Til Tuesday, George Michael, Bruce Springsteen, Bette Midler, and Tina Turner. I watched early MTV. I danced at late night discos. I kissed a whole lot of strangers (yeah, a whole lot!). I read a lot of poetry. I wrote a lot of poetry. I tried hard to grow up.

some passionate diversions: reading, poetry video, being in nature, birds and flowers, BBC travelogues and "Desperate Housewives," the Lake Michigan beaches, browsing Towleroad, Sade, tarot cards, yoga stretches, Mini Coopers, Moleskine or Boku Book journals, writing in coffeeshops, anything amber, Rickie Lee Jones, vintage Aimee Mann, "New Yorker" poems, dancing, pulling runes, my moss-colored crushed velvet duvet, vintage, iconic Vegas (baby!), noosphere, collecting old globes, long walks in a botanical garden or forest, naps on the grass in summertime park, Starbucks ("I'd like an Iced Green Tea Latte please!"), all things relevant to Portland, Oregon, Chicago, and Paris and always: traveling, traveling, traveling . . .

three European daydreams of places I've been to: I'm floating aimlessly in the Gellert Baths in Budapest. I'm drinking tea at the Mariage des Frere salon in the Marais in Paris. I'm sitting on a shaded stone terrace in the Italian Cinqueterre, looking out over the purple Ligurian sea.

what's it all about, Alfie: I think ultimately the goal for human beings is to examine life deeply and sincerely and cultivate compassion towards oneself and others. It is vital that we all endeavor in a conscious evolution towards a healthy awareness of ourselves as Divine beings and to be of helpful dedication to our own unique life-purpose and thus, serve others. Making art is about drawing together a compassionate community to take action in the name of peace, true love, and bliss. ("Yeah, man!") James Carroll in his article on "The Virtue of Writing" says: "The great moral problem of our age--as it has been every age--is the human being's constitutional inability to perceive unity. Without a felt experience of the unity of one's own life--how its beginning leads to the middle which leads to its end--one lacks a sense of selfhood. By speaking the truth deep inside you, by telling your story, with a clear and honest voice, the effect is not alienation, rather, inclusion. Your own dark truth is everyone's truth."

historical fanatics I'm obsessed with: Antonin Artaud, a French dramatist, actor and poet of the early 20th century who crafted a ceremonial and ritually-based theater, one that replaced bourgeois storylines with a more psychologically realistic drama. Theater, for him, was nothing if it wasn't about sex or death or both. Madame Blavatsky, a Russian born spiritualist, formed the Theosophist Society in New York in 1875, advocating an appreciation for Eastern religions and the spiritual unity of the universe. She also embraced time travel and astral projections.

a dream to manifest: I am writing in my scarlet-walled studio located in the Paris Marais, etched glass red Moroccan votives and lanterns are lit, soft, plush silk pillows spread out on the floor, twilight on a red velvet chaise, sheer embroidered curtains gently blowing, soft street noises mixed with Nilda Fernandez or Julien Clerc on the stereo, a sprawling feather bed with a canopy, stacks of good books, a sunken jacuzzi bath filling with steaming water, soft amber incense, exquisite French champagne in iced flutes, a basket of warm croissants, brie and caramel chocolat and Mariage des Frere tea jelly smeared on a baguette. Care to join me?

a few favorite songs I often play in remembrance of the past: "Dante's Prayer" by Loreena McKennitt, "Sand and Water" by Beth Nielsen Chapman, "Some People's Lives" by Janis Ian, "I Will Remember You" by Sarah McLachlan," "My Dear Old Friend" by Mary Chapin Carpenter, "Under the Ivy," by Kate Bush, "All I Want," by Joni Mitchell.

favorite indulgences: avocados, artichokes, pistachio nuts, Sunday morning pancake houses, Donna Summer disco, surrealist art, reruns of the "Golden Girls" television sitcom, Jo Malone scented candles, gemstones, old fashioned malted milk shakes, an afternoon paging through "Harpers Magazine", oven-baked real peanut butter cookies, old "Charlie Chan" movies, Gloria Estefan remixes, bread pudding with hot caramel sauce, Deepak Chopra, real Christmas fir trees, a long hike in the woods during a light snowfall, all things Pacific Northwest (Seattle and Portland and all places coastal!), Abraham as channelled through Esther Hicks, Dolly Parton, Carolyn Myss and her elucidation on the chakras and sacred contracts, Paris, France, the blue-green ocean of my childhood, writing in my journal with my spiritual partner Abra who lives in France, coffee ice cream, old Anne Murray songs, stir-frys for friends, a long, sizzling Jacuzzi bath, digging through used record stores, watching Bollywood musicals from India, strolling down the Las Vegas strip at dusk.

I'm left handed: when I was six years old, the Dominican nuns at my Catholic grade school tried to force me to write with my right hand, but my mother came over in person to Holy Angels Grade School and protested to the principal. It was one of the few times in my life I felt absolutely revered and defended by my adopted family.

first influential film diva: Jennifer Jones in "Song of Bernadette." I wanted the rose-petaled virgin to appear to me too.

what I do: for the past decade or so I've been teaching writing and the humanities full time at Robert Morris University Illinois in Chicago. It's been a rewarding enterprise that has taken me on a fulfilling journey of service to others. I feel I learn a tremendous deal from my students. I feel overwhelming gratitude for my academic position. I live for writing poems and memoir and short stories, creating poetry videos, recording narratives and poems, playwriting, teaching, traveling, engaging, being still, praying, being open to learning from the mystery that is life, being outdoors, sharing profound and idiosyncratic intimacies, and giving back to humanity wherever I can.

on the erotic and the telling of it: diarist Anais Nin did it too. . . I'd like to think my writing about sex hints at something beyond just skin on skin. What links us back to our origins more deeply than our pure sexuality? I'm convinced that part of my work as a writer is tethered to the process of illuminating the ecstatic experience and how that connects with our own understanding of how we interface with the world. . . literary erotica! Read my interview with writer Mitzi Szereto in Pedestal Magazine. Her insights on the subject reflect and punctuate my own views.

for a day I'd like to: have a spa retreat including deep tissue massage, body wrap, acupuncture, and reiki, dance all night and wake up to an ocean breeze, be completely alone on an exotic island in the South Seas, participate in an Native American pipe ceremony, endeavor in a chakra cleansing, sightsee in Mykonos, Greece, Shanghai, China or the south of France, have a spa mud bath, make love in a wilderness tree house, do an exquisite corpse poem with Anne Waldman, Leonard Cohen, Sarah McLachlan, Adrienne Rich, and Rebecca Seiferle.

reasons to persevere: strolling through Chicago's Chinatown, listening to Billie Holiday, Lori Carson, Andrea Bocelli, Jann Arden, Joan Armatrading, Loreena McKennit, or Bryan Ferry with my Sony stereo headphones, the taste of sweet cherry, running in ocean waves, the camaraderie of good friends, Starbuck's Mocha Java Chip ice cream, long Sunday afternoon rain storms when I'm at home with a good book, prayerful silence, the films of Douglas Sirk, Woody Allen and Jane Campion, momentary lapses of irrationality, reading a poem by Walt Whitman or Hilda Doolittle out loud, wearing my favorite black cashmere sweater, getting lost in a foreign city, believing in the possibility of compassion towards all living creatures, peace in the world and non-violence, walking along Lake Michigan, breathing, all things Jean Cocteau, visits by the muse, hiking to an outdoor picnic with a friend, cultivating gratitude, spontaneous ritual with kindred spirits, lazy reading on Saturday afternoon, the works of Hermann Hesse or Carl Jung, long hot baths with lavender and amber spa bubbles, lucid dreaming, vast and deep journeying.

songs that planted themselves inside of me growing up: "The Year of the Cat" and "Time Passages" by Al Stewart, "Baker Street" by Gerry Rafferty, "Dream Weaver" by Gary Wright, "Goodbye to Love" by the Carpenters, "Please Come to Boston" by Dave Loggins, "Theme from the film, 'Valley of the Dolls'" by Dionne Warwick, "Time in a Bottle" by Jim Croce, "Someone Saved My Life Tonight," and "Sorry Seems to Be the Hardest Word" by Elton John, "Killing Me Softly" by Roberta Flack, "Second Avenue" by Art Garfunkel, "Let's Pretend" by Eric Carmen and the Rasberries, "Silver Springs" by Fleetwood Mac, "The Eagle and the Hawk" by John Denver.

what's cool: international cultural icon, Billy Boy, has placed a few of my poems in the hollow heads of some of the most exquisite dolls on the planet. He and his partner Lala have created the magnificent Fondation Tanagra which happens to support and showcase some of the most original and tantalizing genius in art, culture, and fashion!

wash up: my favorite soap is Dr. Bronner's Magic Liquid Natural Bitter Almond, my favorite everyday skin/bath products are all found in the Burts Bees line, my favorite bath lotion is herbal orange blossom by Kneipp, and my after bath spritz is Diptyque's "Oyedo" (a mix of Japanese yuzu fruit, grapefruit, mandarin, and lime--woody base notes), or really anything by Jo Malone or Thymes (btw: I love the delicious scent of the Thymes Fir candle burning around the winter solstice.)

browse this: Aldo Alvarez is an amazing writer and his book "Interesting Monsters" is a must-read. Chicago artist Kurt Heintz is the founder of the e-poets network, a poetry video guru and a very charming fellow indeed! Lucas Mire is my past and future life spirit companion and sings to charm the stars out of the sky. David Trinidad is a wickedly intelligent (and oh so very handsome) poet and teacher at Columbia College in Chicago. Michael Luongo is a cool travel writer and photographer based in NYC who I have had the pleasure of working with on a book of my short stories for Haworth Press. I love the work of writer Achy Obejas-- particularly "Days of Awe." Jim Provenzano is a great writer and really, truly good guy too! Heather Haley is a Canadian poet, singer, and a utterly fabulous media artist. D. Edward Davis is absolutely a cutting edge composer and sound artist who has passionately worked on several poetry video soundscape compositions with myself and Mary Russell through Mercury in Motion. Digory is an enchanted faerie soul who lives in my favorite city of Portland, Oregon. Shailja Patel is a phenomenal poet and slam artist who makes me quake with awe and respect. Robert Giron is the editor and founder of Gival Press which published by own tome, "Dervish."

wish list: some of the great music, books, and DVD cinema I would currently love to add to my collection are located on my Amazon profile and ever-changing wish list at Amazon.com.

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