As a witty, perceptive, and artistic child in Chicago, WYCH HAZLE, saw and absorbed a lot. Racism, poverty, gang violence, prostitution, child abuse, occured regularly. He combatted it affecting his psyche by cultivating his mind.

   Daily, he read books on psychology , philosophy, paranormal science, and horror as he strived to understand, and sometimes escape reality.   Bouncing involuntarily between the homes of his Father, author Charles Pugh, and mother, socialite/ jewelry designer, Barbara Farmilant.

  Hearing underground stations like WHPK, WJPC, and WNUR rock the Avant Garde rhymes and beats of De La Soul, Ultra magnetic MCs, and Rakim,...he believed there was a place in the culture for his concepts, cadences, and sometimes oblique compositions.

  With an ever moving pen he spins unique, engaging concepts. His piercing, profound poetry pulsates with substance. He is Rod Serling channelling Nas. Common, channelling M. Night Shylaman.

A treat for the mind and soul.