Saturday, August 22
2:00 PM
Two One-Act Plays
Harborfields Public Library
31 Broadway
Greenlawn, NY
For reservations:
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August 19, 2026
August 7, 2026
Bluegrain: Etudes In J-Sharp Phygian
I'm happy to announce
that my new book
Bluegrain: Etudes In J-Sharp Phrygian
is now available.
Order your copy here.
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June 12, 2026
June 4, 2026
May 31, 2026
May 15, 2026
A Fork in the Road: 10-Minute Play Festival 2026
Port Washington Play Troupe
proudly presents
A Fork in the Road:
10-Minute Play Festival
May 29 at 7pm
May 30 at 2pm
at the Port Washington
Public Library!
Come see eight 10-minute original
plays exploring moments of choice,
change, consequence and pivotal
life decisions.
Reserve your seats
using the links below:
May 9, 2026
Drawbridge
Drawbridge ascends
Chains clatter like ancient fangs
Iron groans against the gale
Stirring the moat’s dark glass beneath
Hands that reach
From shadowed banks
Collide with timber’s adamantine flesh
Each plank proclaims: enough
Each rope: a resolute No
Reminding them
That passage is conferred
Never presumed
I stand
Atop the turret
Lantern in grasp
Light quivers across
My skin’s battlements
Sovereign in the chasm
Between intrusion
And sanctum
No shadow trespasses
Without my sanction
No footsteps are received
Without my assent
The world lingers
On the other side
Patient, courteous
Or obliterated
This is my threshold
More than a suggestion
A fulcrum
Of consequence
April 20, 2026
Worldwide Anticlimactic Collapse
No bang
No sirens
No headline
No operatic fall
From a glass tower
Mirrors go mute
Reflections unionize
Spotlight forgets the name
Forgets why it cared
A face leans in
Nothing leans back
Applause evaporates
Echo becomes extinct
Attention—regulated, rationed
Locked behind intention
Influencers
Post—post—post
Into the void
Algorithm blinks
Looks away
Tired of clapping
Charisma grows heavy
Masks itch without witnesses
Charm turns into dead language
No one bothers to translate
Gaslight bulbs burn out, one by one
Rooms fill with a new invention:
Clarity
People say
No
And the sky
Does not fall
People say
I don’t believe you
And the earth
Keeps spinning, bored
Power structures wobble
Exposed as mere volume
Fear as an unpaid intern
Titles begin to tremble
Posture collapses
Into posture check
Authority trips
And no one catches it
Shame knocks
Awkward, overdressed
Some let it in, sit down
Learn how to breathe
Others barricade the door
Write manifestos
Call humility a conspiracy
Collapse
Has no climax
No montage
No slow motion
It is tedious
Endless
Unshareable
No villains slain
No heroes raised
Just backs turned in unison
Refresh, refresh, refresh
Refresh, refresh
Refresh
Still nothing
A collective yawn
Heard across continents
The beast starves
On a crash diet
Of disinterest
Dying dull
And somewhere
Unnoticed
The air clears
Those trained
In the art of quietude
Don’t celebrate
They simply continue
Walking
Unimpressed
Unhooked
Mirrors stay empty
Noise expires naturally
And the world
For the first time in a while
Doesn’t need
To look at itself
To exist
March 29, 2026
Having a Ball: The Good Times Roll
Buzzing neon
Lacquered lanes
Hall of spin and chance
We gather
In rented shoes
Fingers burrowing
Into shared gravity
The ball, an onyx planet
Orbits the wrist, then sails
Pins erupt
Into ivory applause
Low thunder elegy
Or stubbornly linger
On the varnished horizon
Laughter ricochets
Frames accrue
Into small triumphs
Names flicker
On the luminous ledger
Even
In the gutter
We find it:
The joy
Of rolling
True
March 22, 2026
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