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.
I am fond of seclusion of Samuel Palmer of the Ancients I recuse myself from needless misery to the point of no tunnels or trapdoors A blaze is not the essence of fire The darkness creeps like a broken merry-go-round (will break down) I suppose there is more garbage to get rid of Menace on the spotted sun I’m grieving for all the trees knocked down for superstores clouds in the ears for brains can I get a hug for this? too much sky for one fine morning i chew on my throat bringing up the sun brain sitting on the window sill watching the bus sneeze to a stop – I don’t get on
YELLOW FLOWERS IN SPRING.
Perhaps I should accept the murderous fact that I am a second-rate poet; perhaps I should also accept that I am a second- or third-rate artist What does it matter as long as April dawns crisp and clear and furnishes us with lilacs, daffodils and forsythia; especially forsythia, those erstwhile yellow stars hiding partly behind the green; is there a better metaphor, perhaps unknown, than the mortality of frost-brushed yellow blossoms awaiting the summers of green; a season too distant, a season of pallid lakes and dead woodchucks?