I Don’t Know

It is said that in these times, we need our poets. There is nothing I can give, but words and love. 

I Don’t Know

I don’t know how a man lies in bed tonight
when his wife is dead.

I don’t know how hate is cultivated and cared
for and nurtured like a hot house orchid.

Hate can’t come this easy.

Can it?

Isn’t it something that needs attention
and support to flourish?

I hate myself every day and
I know how much work that takes.
It’s exhausting.

And this seemed effortless.

Wasn’t it?

Hate – it’s planting a tree,
from barely a sapling
and feeding and covering
and measuring water
by the dropful and
the moment it reaches
its height.

Then bringing to slaughter
with slashes and gashes
and hacks
enough to draw blood.

I don’t know where the
next blood is.

Walking home?
buying a book?
Saying a prayer?

To which gods?
To which men?

Is it this hard?

The sun rose in the city today
even though we couldn’t see it,
keeping itself grey and quiet, rain for tears
as the names were read.

I don’t know when we’ll see
the sun again.

I don’t know how we
learn to put love in
place of policies and

I don’t know how to
not be afraid and look
for exits before even entering.

I don’t know how we build a
bridge in this city so full of them
without each other.

I don’t know.
Maybe together,
we learn.


A long time ago, in my parents’ living room far, far away, I wrote a fan letter. This was a different world. A world of dial-up internet and video rental stores. My local dealer, a small version of a national chain, had a small section of “independent movies.” Once I figured out what the hell that meant, I was hooked. I rented them all. I paid some stout late fees. I didn’t go out much that summer. The movies were small and looked grainy. Truly like your friends had grabbed a camcorder and hit record.  I liked all of them for their moxie and grit and willingness to reach for the stars from the gutter. Until I saw one called ‘Green” by writer/director Karl T. Hirsch. I didn’t like that one. I loved it. Loved it beyond reason. Couldn’t tell you why I loved it. I just did. Loved it, such that I went to the next town and got a new video rental membership, with every intention of grabbing that movie, telling them I broke it, and coughing up whatever money they asked for just so I could have that film for always.

I couldn’t. Guilt won. The privilege of youth.

So, I sat down, and I dialed up that internet, and half an hour later, I was sending a fan letter to the distribution company of ‘Green’ called Asylum. They sent it to Karl. He wrote me back.

Present time: I have instant WiFi and Nexflix streaming. Karl and I have been friends for 15 years. We’ve written together and he’s stayed at my house. I still love independent film. Never would I have dreamed when I was an aspiring video thief, that I would actually get to play in that world of duct tape and magic.

I’m so thrilled to have come to this place where it is my turn  to promote two fantastic films for which I serve as producer. No exaggeration. These are fantastic movies made by tremendous talents. This is the good stuff.

The Chop

Written and Directed by Jack Davis

IMDb: http://http://www.imdb.com/title/tt3846404/?ref_=fn_al_tt_1

Facebook: The Chop http://https://www.facebook.com/TheChopMovie/

Twitter: @TheChopMovie

IG: chopmoviepgh

(P.S. I’m in this one. In my underwear. With other stunning girls and impossibly slick cars. If you’re into any of that.)

Coming 2017.




Cut to the Chase

Written and Directed by Blayne Weaver



Twitter: @cutchasemovie


iTunes: http://apple.co/2lEIOTw
Amazon: http://amzn.to/2n1bhAW
Google Play: http://bit.ly/2mADHnL
Vudu: http:// http://bit.ly/2lQPjyK
XBOX: http://http://bit.ly/2mgvrst

(P.S. I’m not in this one, but some ridiculously beautiful people are, as you can plainly  see.)

I’m so happy to onboard with these amazing artists. Can’t wait to do it again.

But for now, go. See these great movies.