Category Archives: Poems

The old tenements, now renovated for NYU student-housing, still have that 19th century grotto-getto feel. The narrow streets south of Washington Square Park look like scenes from pre-WW1 Paris city-scapes. But now, the starving artists are debt-strapped-grad-students trying to save … Continue reading →

Not shy. A bold approach on the waters edge. He smiles up at me. Why not? I seem like a nice guy. He says, “Hi! I’m Timothy. I’m five. My mommy’s up there on the beach under that rainbow-ka-banana-sun-block-thing. But … Continue reading →

Poems need be writ- naked, stripped of all costumes and customs designed to protect them from lifes inclement elements. If it’s hot, let the poem sweat. Frigid? It shivers. If it sings of breasts, let them be huge, round and … Continue reading →

Only all he knew surrounded him: The rhythmic compression, squeezing, relaxing, squeezing his ankles and calves; The regulated flow of oxygen through the tube into his nose, throat, lung; his breathing, creating the soft sound, repeating, souwch, souwch, souwch.. of … Continue reading →

It was a grand pool! Twelve feet deep under the diving boards. One hundred feet wide at the shallow end. Sort’a cool to be nineteen, and “the-guy-in-charge”. Head life guard, maintainer of its crystal clear water at PH 7.5—- Chlorine … Continue reading →

Abundant grapes ripen in a fertile vineyard. And I, an old migrant picker, have merely to brush against heavy hung vines, to harvest sweet grape clusters, to haul-off to press, to squeeze and sniff, sip and savor all this fine … Continue reading →

When I was a baby, My Mommy loved me. And she always would. When I was a toddler, My Daddy did too. And he always would. And, there were these: When I was a teen I became their lying “go-between” … Continue reading →

Through the big bay window in my bedroom, sun-light shimmers, filtered through gauzy cotton curtains onto window seat cushions. Through my west-east-south facing back bedroom bay window rainbows float across the berber carpet, climb to my bed, bathe me in … Continue reading →

Holy floats, Alone, filling, yet beyond, space and place, unrestricted by times steady, measured pace, unbuttressed by beam or stone or Writ, unconfined by human minds flimsy constraints, Free to blow where It chooses, to caress who ever She desires, … Continue reading →

That the functions of my body might turn against me! Leave me, fetal clutched, buried in bed. At the bottom of every breath hides a trap ready to trip, to wrap its iron claws tight-round my lungs. When every step … Continue reading →