My Favorite Poem and Why.
Sound has always played a role in my performance poetry. Sound is personal to me. Poetic therapy. Choosing where and how to begin and end a line, to me, is what makes a poem …
Little Neck Starbucks open Mike Sept 9, 2019
I will be reading for the Performance Poets Association Sept.9th
Hosted by James Romano. Starts at 7 Open to Follow!
Starbucks (254-21 Horace Harding Expressway, Little Neck, NY)
254-21 Horace Harding Expressway, Little …
Kiwanis presents the School House Green Reading!
Join me on August 5, 2019 as I participate with Richard Vetere, Linda Opyr, and Marsha Nelson as we perform our poetry at the Green, located on Foxhurst Road, Oceanside …
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Listen to a clip of my version of ‘THE HAPPIEST DAY’ by Edgar Allen Poe.
Back in 1999, I worked on a dance/spoken word performance piece with the Saltaire Dance troupe. We performed at the now closed, VANDERBILT in Plainview NY. It was a great …
Nice Words About Calliope’s Corner!
Here is what POET BILLY LAMONT had to say about the EPISODE OF “CALLIOPE’S CORNER” HOSTED BY PAULA CURCI, after she received the PRESS CLUB OF LONG ISLAND AWARD FOR …
About Mary
It’s a silver metal and wood encased box,
wrapped with a thin white bow.
A gift from my favorite friend,
I refuse to open.
The door, she lays next to
is really her exit.
…
FENCES: They Really Are Imaginary
After the ethereal wind stopped
and the ocean receded,
I learned
fences have no meaning.
Keeping people divided,
really does not work.
Walls,
between neighbors,
get knocked down.
After earthquakes,
hurricanes,
floods,
fires,
lines disappear.
Walls fall,
fences break
down.
People step
up,
over boundaries.
They help,
reach out.
We should know …
My 2016 Annual Holiday Poem is printed.
2016 Annual Poem
In the news, this year and now appearing.
the sparkling snow and white tail deer,
with a distracted camper no longer peering
… through his telescopic lens aperture.
Meanwhile, dashing through …
What Words Diverge in My Soul?
What roads diverge in my soul,
of love and desire.
To travel on a wooded road,
to make camp and read poetry
by a warm fire.
I’ve told people I’m a counselor,
a craftsman of words.
But …