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!
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.