The author has been writing poetry since he was sixteen and lives in a small town near Albany, New York. He is retired from doing whatever he was doing before he retired.
His book, Mark the Dwarf, is available on Kindle.
“Good Old Dad,” “Nuns Fret Not,” and “That’s All Folks”
Had enough of it,
pushing along with
his job and family
and gave up.
Good old dad,
always liked trains
and that’s where he went. Read more.
“The Long March,” “Sunday Sunday,” and “Marie”
Bound on some skillful retreat,
a long march
north and west;
cut off from the rest
we end up foraging
in some scanty orchard,
the two of us. Read more.
“A Kiss on the Lips,” “The Wolf on the Fold” and “Make Eve the Apple”
A kiss on the lips,
is all I wanted,
when the lights
got low and
time got short; Read more.
“On Trial,” “Canzonet” and “Non Dolet”
In the bedlam
happy as babies,
active as rabbits,
you earth-mother; Read more.
“Farewell”, “Dionysus” and “Duffy Ain’t Here”
Kids, when I cut out of this life,
don’t turn on the tears and grieve;
kids, when I die I don’t want
any golden speeches saying kind things
about me or some windbag sniveling about
death’s sting, God’s grace and
the triumphant rise to heaven. Read more.