I promise to keep it short. One page short.
This collection spans 2012 – 2020 with occasional pieces from my archives.
After retiring from the foreign service I worked on and off as a reference and instruction librarian, as a project archivist at a municipal repository, as an archivist consultant in a small town archives, and presently as manuscripts librarian at a university research center. Ever the bibliophile, going back to grad school in my 50’s for an MSLIS was a challenge. Later, I completed docent training at the Library of Congress, where I lead tours a couple of weekends per month. One more thing. Since 2018 I have led an August Wilson American Century Cycle study group in the OLLI (Osher Lifelong Learning Institute) program at AU. Ten plays in ten weeks. Eleven, give or take. Writing plays is my newest passion. One down, many more to go. My wife, Filomena, keeps me on track through it all.
Writing poetry is my fun time, my moments of relief from the daily routine. I figured out that poetry has three dimensions: it is autobiographic; it is ethnographic, and it is metapoetic. That is, poetry reflects, sometimes unintentionally and sometimes unconsciously, the life events of the poet or writer, his immediate environment and state of mind, and, sometimes at a deep level of reflection, just what he or she thinks about poetry itself. I confess all three.
Someone asked me what are the books on my nightstand, i.e., the volumes I most often consult. There is Bloom’s Best Poems of the English Language, Felleman’s Best Loved Poems of the American People, The Meditations of Marcus Aurelius, Whitman’s Leaves of Grass, and boxed set of August Wilson plays. Oh yeah, and my prized leather-bound volume of Melville’s Moby Dick. There is a bias there, perhaps.
Enjoy the poems, but don’t take any of it too seriously.