At 6'2", with broad shoulders, and a deep bass voice (think "James Earl Jones" and go down a notch), Zach might not look like a man who'd recite poetry. But reciting, reading, and writing poetry are some of his favorite activities.
He recites a line from Kahlil Gibran's The Prophet:
"The deeper that sorrow carves into your being, the more joy you can contain."
Zach should know. He's experienced enough sorrow in his 50 years for several lifetimes. "I was physically abused as a child. I got to a point where I got used to it. I didn't cry any more, but it developed a hatred and anger within me," Zach says. When Zach was eleven, his mother died, and he was moved, first to Philadelphia then to New York, where he lived among drug dealers and gangs. Zach was shot four times, but survived each shooting. "It was a violent upbringing," he says. Eventually, it was a path that led to prison over two decades ago, when Zach was a young man . . .