Category Archives: Poems

At last! a birth of a god we can know, broadcast among us like a dusting of snow. Night disappears in a diamond glow revealing our way into glorious day. Greeted by vagabond kings and a choir of angels protecting … Continue reading →

Came the morning, His widow, smiling and in tears, handed his santuri to me. It was as hard for me to let go of Lyuba, for she smelled of orange blossoms. As I strolled her gravel path towards the little … Continue reading →

I finished my 71st year today. What an inconsequential number. Now, 70! Well, there you’ve reached an auspicious milestone! And that’s something to write about. But, 71? It’s just one more step into what Everest’s sherpas call The Dead Zone, … Continue reading →

For the last month, Elizabeth, my muse, has been on leave. Hell! She deserves it, inspiring me, for years as she has. She caught a zephyr to Greece to dig among the ruins for archetypes, to search Aegean shores for … Continue reading →

Each baby born is the resultant child of all that’s happened since God said, “Let the Big-Bang begin!” Every baby born is bequeathed a boon at birth. That boon: The genetic predisposition towards a glorious-eternal-destiny, guaranteed!!! How else could it … Continue reading →

Whenever I flush, I say, “Good-bye, me!” to the remains of, for instance, last nights crab-cake supper. You see, that IS me, whirl pooling around at the bottom of the commode but, a no-longer-useful-part-of-me, just stuff, devoid of vitamin-C, minerals, … Continue reading →

We make our bed each morning, our daily ritual. The litergy goes back to our beginnings. Pillow-case patterns parallel each other in perfect unison. Bed-spread, folded back, just so. The razor-edge of quilt tucked back beneath the mattress like Marines … Continue reading →

I’m taking the liberty of using the license granted to poet and poetry to expand upon that allegory of the actor who runs onto the stage screaming, “Fire! Fire! The theatre is on fire! Grab the hoses! Use the water! … Continue reading →

The scent of my wife is a natural blend: .Two sprays of Este’ Lauder. .Four tea spoons of lavender. .Ninety-four cups of life. My love for her is laced with Youth Dew and what youth do, we still do, as … Continue reading →

Around 2 AM Greenwich Village time, he’d arrive at Reggio’s on McDougal Street, one block south of the southwest corner of Washington Square Park where young junkies and old Jews played speed chess in the dark and prepared for the … Continue reading →