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.
In the tides of a million waves the massive owl-eye of a moon forgotten the water of a brain against the pylons stone and deaf Like Quasimodo the grand illusion of sound and the gnashing of swords and sounds of illusion Quasimodo against the pylons deaf as stone the moon remembers its waters blinks its blinding eye forgotten in the waves of a million tides
Nights are blessings Nights are things dreams to place on night tables nightmares watches are made to rest in chains of gold those that worship time hands that glow in the dark sickness that the night doesn’t recognize or sympathize Lips that touch things that glow, the giant eyeball of the villain green, light green, death green.
Casting bolts of sun my smiling eyes upon you dream away the storm In blue/green circles horses run the barren fields Do they notice us? Naked strides of green what shakes the stallion’s fly-tail shadows leaning deep riding on the slim explore the canyons of time naphthol crimson eyes a familiar burn as tangerines in my eyes molt their weary rinds this is no sweet game: orange and citrus curses leave their acid mark