Scenes From "The Stoop" & "The Dinner"

 

Harborfields Public Library

August 22, 2026

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Two One-Act Plays

Saturday, August 22

2:00 PM

Two One-Act Plays

Harborfields Public Library

31 Broadway

Greenlawn, NY

For reservations:

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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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Scenes From "An Evening of Poetic Cabaret"

 

Northport Library

June 11, 2026

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Scenes From "The Bench"

Port Washington Public Library

May 29 & 30, 2026

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The Oddity In the Odyssey: An Evening of Poetic Cabaret - June 11

 

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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:

https://tinyurl.com/PWplaytroupeplayfestivalMay29

https://tinyurl.com/PWplaytroupeplayfestivalMay30

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

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

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

Photos from "The Oddity In the Odyssey" Book Launch

 

Levittown Town Hall

Saturday, March 21, 2026

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Contradicit Gravitas

In the heart

Of a dusty garage

Grease spots riddled the floor

As scattered memories

He labored

Hands stained black

With the oil of dreams

The rocket, his creation—

Product of midnight thoughts

That dared him to defy gravity

Hulking beast of bronze and iron

Sinews of pipes, veins of wire

Patchwork dream of a visionary

Born of spare parts, raw ingenuity

Conceived in whimsy

Control panels gleamed

Altars to the dogs of industry

Knobs the size of fists, gauges whirring

Dials twitching with frantic energy

Brass levers jutting from the console

Beckoning his hands to grip, to pull, to trust

Each switch, an unknown spell

Each button, a promise told by the cosmos

On the steel mouth of the ship

Engraved in copper filigree:

Contradicit Gravitas

Fear had once wrapped him

In a cloak of leaden atrophy

Weighing down his shoulders

But now, as kerosene shimmered in the tanks

Liquid fire encased in glass

He knew this was no place

For fear

Hiss of ignition

Garage flooded with light—

Not the soft glow of an earthly flame

But the fierce birth of a star

Heat licked at his skin

The rocket trembled

Heart stirring

From a deep sleep

He ascended

Climbing, always climbing

Through the veil of atmosphere

Heavens pierced

By the ship's metal scream

Until the stars bloomed before him

Ancient, cold, yet welcoming

His rocket

Cut the night

Mechanical sword thrust

Into the endless black

Where silence pressed in

Thick as tar

And there, in the quiet

He felt it—

The steady confidence

Of a soul unchained

For space was no void

But a kingdom awaiting its heir

And he, once cowering

Beneath his doubts

Now

S
O
A
R
I
N
G

With the certainty

Of one who had dared

To build wings

From the wreckage of the world

No longer bound by fear

He gazed upon galaxies

And they, in turn

Gazed back

Book Launch - The Oddity In the Odyssey

 

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