• Poems from the book Resting on my Laurels,  Poetry

    Two poems for National Poetry Month 2018

    I had the honor of performing among a group of super talented fellow poets in Benicia, CA for “Why Poetry?” and Fairfield, CA for “Why Poetry Matters” for National Poetry Month to support two good causes: The Joel Fallon Poetry Scholarship and Solano County Library Foundation Literacy Programs. The poem “Libraries Ignite Universes” was written for the Solano County Library system and was originally published on their Facebook page earlier this month, and is in my new book Resting on My Laurels. The poem Why Poetry Matters I wrote for the Fairfield event.  I read both of these in Benicia, and then again in Fairfield as part of a larger…

  • California Poems,  Poems from the book Barefoot in the Sanctuary

    Participatory Budgeting Poem

    PB Poem This fine city of Vallejo is giving us a choice in the way things go with a budget that is of the people. We get to choose where our taxes get spent, making for more efficient government. If you want to help our kids, the art scene, and homeless folks, too, fix the roads, improve our parks, well, this is what you got to do! The choice comes around every year. Your voice is heard by city hall. It’s absolutely your call! If you’re at least fourteen, living in Vallejo, step on up, and participate in this scene. Get out and vote, then if you want to you…

  • Jewish Poems,  Poems from the book Abundant Sparks & Personal Archeology

    Penguin’s Prayer

    Today Lee Lee, Erika, Diana Tenes, Lady D and I went on the Art Beat show on OZCAT for what shall be the first of many poetry radio shows. The next poetry show will be broadcast at 10 AM Pacific on April 5th featuring Benicia Poet Laureate Johanna Ely and several other Benicia Poets. Future shows will be May 3, June 28, and third Thursdays thereafter. If you are on a computer with Internet Explorer, you can listen to the archive here. The poetry starts about 30 minutes into the broadcast. I read “Penguin’s Prayer” along with “Headline Antidote.” Penguin’s Prayer Over caffeinated insomniacs, dreaming, dancing prayers, singing prophets, jiving…

  • AAUW
    Poems from the book Resting on my Laurels,  Poetry

    What a Gift You Have Given Me!

    Today I had the honor of joining fellow poets laureate Genea Brice and Johanna Ely in speaking about some incredible women poets for the AAUW’s Voices of Change: American Women Poets who have Made a Difference. I spoke about and read one poem each from Alicia Ostriker and Emma Lazarus. The poems I read appear in The Imaginary Lover and Dover Thrift’s The Poems of Emma Lazarus, Volume One. I’d encourage you to buy their books on Amazon as well as Esther Schorr’s excellent biography on Emma. Thank you to the AAUW for including me, and the Benicia Herald, the Times Herald, Benicia Patch, KUIC, Visit Vallejo, Visit Benicia, and…

  • Ekphrastic Poetry,  Poems from the book Resting on my Laurels,  Poetry

    Elegant Stag

    Inspired by “Elegant Stag” by Tracy Cullen Written and performed for Arts Benicia “Art of a Community” on February 24, 2018 Elegant Stag I once was a deer. Now it appears, I’m part chandelier. How, oh, how did I ever get here? Two lifetimes ago, I enjoyed the finer things: crystal goblets overflowing with wine, tailored suits and soft silk ties, the greatest operas of my time. How I loved to hear them sing! When I was a mere lad of twenty-one, I fell for a young lady with, oh, such a voice! Her spirit just overcame me. My heart, it had no choice. One evening as I strolled downtown…

  • Ekphrastic Poetry,  Poems from the book Resting on my Laurels,  Poetry

    Players

    Inspired by the painting “Players” by Marcy Orendorff Written and performed for the Arts Benicia “Art of a Community” on February 24, 2018 Players The rest of the world seemed to fade away, as the room elevated into the heavens. Upon their melodies they would float, two soulmates bound by art. With each gentle note, her fingers struck chords upon his heart. As his fingers caressed the ivory keys, her soul, it felt so free. They could play endlessly into the night. Time became a mystery. It was a love that only artists can know, singing in a language only hearts understand. A love that only shows itself between the…