I am originally from Flushing, Queens. I went to Queens College and graduated in 1973 with a B.A. in Drama & Theatre. I began writing poetry when I was in high school. Also I am a painter, starting from about 1969. I have been published in many online magazines and some print magazines.
Leave me to my devices. Take a long journey. * * * Time is a grifter. He takes you bit by bit until you are empty, then seeks another victim. How do I make friends with time? I wave my hand to time, acknowledge its powers; The clock runs forever, we do not. Clock on the wall Will fall. * * * Save the night for simple pleasures. Drift into sleep with the sounds of rain. Set your souls down by the river, walk into the river and pray, quietly; Sing the unfinished symphony of your life Before time punches its clock
ODE TO GREEN.
Green is good; leaves like old men brown with time but green says wait I am planting exquisite green in my sleep; when I go to dream green accompanies me jumping in my bed with its long vines Old man bones turn to green Which green will it be? Can green discern my personal truth? I awaken to a chartreuse green day, free from the scowl of night Lightning fast I will turn to green, fit in with the chlorophylled world, where all colors come to play, Under the blue poem that is the sky, my green love outgrows its clinging ways