Inside
In Shouk HaCarmel the food is alive, almonds and cashews topped with burlap hats sing a cappela to the figs. Vendors chant echad shekel,...
Seems
Mom tosses clothes all over her bed tears out seams See that green dress, a skirt this silk blouse, a jacket rip sew press Split...
In Praise of Unions
I must have been three and played in my crib while mom cleaned. She never looked at me but shouted. “Your father is a BLUE collar worker...
Eat the Storms
Welcome to Eat the Storms, the one-stop poetry podcast coming to you from Dublin, Ireland, hosted by poet and producer Damien B....
The Dark Inside My Hooded Coat
The title of my new book and in prepublication phase from Finishing Line Press here's one of the poems and then a promo I will also post...
Terrone, a poem by me
last year I published a poem in Chiron, a wonderful print magazine. it is the story of my grandfather and his immigration to the US...
Poems to Wake you Up
I am so happy to announce that my poetry book The Dark Inside My Hooded Coat is in prepublication Mare Leonard’s chapbook ( a group of...
Italian American Immigrant Story
It's about the immigrant expereince
INCANTATION: LET THE MAGIC BEGIN
Originally published on The New Verse News You can't catch me, I'm the Gingerbread Man. I can grab your pussy, stick out my tongue, spit,...
Newbie to Blogging
I am writing some ekphrastic poems today one from the Erotica exhibit at thePicasso museum in Paris and another around a very different...