profile picture

160572827

I am here for Dating, Serious Relationships, Friends and Networking

About Me

I am from East Northport, and have lived here nearly my whole life. I love being on Long Island, so close to the ocean and beaches, yet so close to the city, and the cutting edge of art and culture.I love poetry - writing it, speaking it, listening to it, and partaking of it. Currently I am on the board of the Long Island Poetry Collective, an institution that has been around for 30 years now, working to promote poets and thier poetry across the island and abroad.I'm the type to always be out and doing something. I can't stand being idle. Even now, writing this, I'm thinking in the back of my head what else the could be to do. This is not to say I'm ancy, I just like to be productive.

My Interests

I'd like to meet:

Frank Lloyd Wright. Oh, I know they say he was a curt man, mean at times and ill-spirited. However, he has been the cornerstone to American architecture. If you've ever walked inside of any space he created, I think you'd feel the same.Walt Whitman. Also from here in Huntington, he is the cornerstone to much of American writing. He found a voice, despite opposition, and stuck with it, and no matter how down, people eventually gave him the respect he deserves for being so innovative.

My Blog

486 (Late Christmas Eve)

486 (Late Christmas Eve)         &n bsp;         &n bsp;         As rea...
Posted by on Fri, 12 Dec 2008 16:30:00 GMT

The Song

A Poem Written for the Occasion of Matrimony Between Megan Grover and Christopher Middleton        &nb sp;    23 August 2008   &nb...
Posted by on Mon, 25 Aug 2008 19:40:00 GMT

694

694 The beaches are washing awayAnd love is nothingI can smell the seaSalty and pungeantNear like sexCurling through the airPushing through my noseInescapableThe fisherman has run ashore When you wer...
Posted by on Tue, 06 Nov 2007 01:20:00 GMT

692 (Recollecting my first conversation with a friend that moved on)

692   The chain to the light Hangs on a screw Which used to hold The glass globe That protected the bulb. It clicks syncopatically Against the rim of the metal frame. As the fan swings in circl...
Posted by on Tue, 04 Sep 2007 04:46:00 GMT

#680 (The Fishbowl)

#680   I am a fishbowl I feel as transparent as ever I have nothing left to hide And although there is a fake plastic treasure chest It is ajar The wood is not real, though it's been weathered fo...
Posted by on Sat, 09 Jun 2007 01:37:00 GMT

# 673, A Poem About No One In Particular

#673There is something tantric About a poem When I hear you speak it When I hear you breathe Life into the inanimate thought Trapped so secluded inside you And bring it out to share In the wide open ...
Posted by on Thu, 17 May 2007 01:17:00 GMT

. 670

#670 I longed for the night of resolution With a word from the mouth of your fingertips To spring alight in the message box of anticipation Upon a blue lit screen of midnight hope When I logged ...
Posted by on Tue, 08 May 2007 00:23:00 GMT

Poets For Darfur

Darfur's Innocent Offspring I shouldn't be telling you this, but....The government that calls ours the Red DevilAllows a girlTo be disavowedGang-raped, maimed, and beaten bloodyAscetic Caliphate ...
Posted by on Fri, 20 Apr 2007 01:25:00 GMT

#574 - Any Suggestions?

#574   I live in the circle A constant struggle Good & evil Right & wrong Blue sun and Four clover forecast Beading rain Beating my vehicle's rooftop Patter of the persistent army Troopi...
Posted by on Mon, 02 Apr 2007 23:09:00 GMT

This Occurred To Me The Other Night

While attending Jennifer Hairston-Davis' reading at the Bellmore Memorial Public Library the other night, I heard from the basement police sirens outside  or maybe they belonged to an ambulance, or a...
Posted by on Fri, 02 Mar 2007 15:10:00 GMT