Daniel A Medina is a writer of fiction, a musician/singer piano player, a purveyor of poetry and trivial information. He is a Mexican/Cuban Potagee man of decency and good taste.

Big D is a 21st century madman who spills his unedited mind vomit all over the world wide web that we all are so willingly wrapped up in. Daniel is a bonafide schizo shackled in skin-flesh, Levi’s and Kswiss. All in all D.A. Medina is the “Illest” from here to Gardena, at least he thinks so.

Please enjoy the writings

“We don’t read and write poetry because it’s cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion. Medicine , law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for. To quote from Whitman, “O me! O life!… of the questions of these recurring; of the endless trains of the faithless… of cities filled with the foolish; what good amid these, O me, O life?” Answer. That you are here – that life exists, and identity; that the powerful play goes on and you may contribute a verse. That the powerful play goes on and you may contribute a verse. What will your verse be?” -John Keating