Rare Chance to See Me Reading Poetry

I'll be participating in the "Poets for the Earth" celebration, Sunday, April 10, 1 p.m. at the Artists’ Cooperative Gallery, 7 Canal Street, Westerly, Rhode Island. In fact, I'll be reading some of my own poetry, which is a rare occurrence to say the least. After I married Amy Nawrocki, I realized that my dreams of being a top-notch poet were mostly dreams, and I should defer to il miglior fabrio. However, I still dabble, and although my poetry is not on par with my wife's, it has its own little niche (or so she claims). Since you are probably reading this at your office, here's a little sonnet I wrote ten years ago. Enjoy!


Office Space


Chit-chat and happenstance stretch office days

into pleasant, coffee-doughnut hours –

How was your weekend, someone says blithely,

and we smile, answering with sun-rays

of good nature, and decide to add her

name to our email address list as friend.

The copy machine and the microwave

are hubs that whirl us like a thousand moons.



When we at last jitter home to empty,

deadbolt apartments, they seem too empty,

like the bottoms of vast whiskey bottles. 

Night opens around our lonesome bodies,

so vulnerable now that we have shed

the interlocked armor of cubicles.


                                                                        - November 2006