The Florida State Poets Association published Cadence Anthology #35.  I am honored to have a poem included!  Here is the Amazon link:






The Bards Against Hunger 5th Year Anniversary Book is now available through Amazon or the Bards Against Hunger organization.  The project has raised thousands of pounds of food over the last 5 years to help local charities and food shelters in many different states. You may help support them by buying a book or organizing an event in your state or country.

I am honored to have one of my poems included!  It is a true memoir written as a member of the working poor, who also go hungry, especially when money is needed for emergency situations.  One of our fellow-WordPress poets, Denise Fletcher, also has a poem included.  Check out her blog, especially what she calls “Mood Boards”:


Here are the links for the book:




Okay, I’m childish, but I really dislike trolls (or maybe rude know-it-alls). So I wrote this Amazon review for my newest songbook in protest to another reviewer’s put-down.  It turned into a poem, then I got carried away and added in Beach Boy titles.  Not my greatest work but here it is, for your morning smile (I hope):

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5.0 out of 5 stars PROUD TO BE A “CAMPFIRE” UKULELE-IST, June 3, 2016
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This review is from: The Beach Boys For Ukulele (Paperback)
A troll or just rude, reviewed this songbook, sneering at chorders, so I took a look. How lucky am I that ukulele chords are in? I can’t read music, is that such a sin? He called us some names (we’re the “campfire crowd”), we strum our babies, we’re all so proud. How lucky am I to have taught myself to play! Having fun, fun, fun even though he says nay! This book is perfect for advanced or new. Don’t worry baby, just play, and remember, to your school be true. God only knows how hard we newbies go. I hide out in my room, wishing to be in Kokomo. If you want a challenge rewrite the musical translation. But I’ll stick with the original because I feel those good vibrations!



The_fairy_tale-Walter Firle

Long months of trudging

Prince found the right house, at last

The glass slipper fit…

Among the briars

Prince finds a sleeping beauty

Amphetamine kiss…

Daughter sacrificed

Father brings her to the Beast

Soon to be a prince…

Rapunzel’s long hair

Is a ladder for her prince

Love will conquer all…

Little girl grows up

But walks into the wrong book

Never a princess…

(Image: The Fairy Tale by Walter Firle)


So much for a ten-year-old to process

Hard cover, one thousand pages

Lying on my aunt’s bed

Looking to hide from the ever-chattering

Ever-growing, family of grandma and

Her daughters, sons-in-law, grandchildren

Translated into my brothers, cousins, aunts, uncles

Heat turned up to 85 degrees in the small house

As a freezing Philadelphia snow storm raged outside

My aunt, between marriages, living here

Her room a haven from migraine and madness


Plumping pillows, small hands book balancing

Leafing through, stopping at

The Adventure of the Speckled Band

What words in one title

Not “The Case” but “The Adventure”

And “Speckled”

What an adjective! No one I knew used that word

And although I read countless books

I’d never seen that word

Too rich to leave to my imagination

Ah, here is a dictionary

Lying beside my aunt’s crossword puzzle

“Speckled: marked with a large number of

Small spots or patches of color”

My vocabulary growing as I floated through the book:

“Mongraph,” still a conjuring word


Thus began my adventures with Sherlock Holmes

My love affair with a man so different from

The average, noisy, emotional Romani family

A man so encased in logic

Needing the sob of a violin

And the cachinnation of a Seven-Percent-Solution

His anchor to all that transformed the world into beauty


I became jealous of John Watson

The only person who knew his soul

I became jealous of Irene Adler

The only woman he ever loved

I became jealous of his mind

Desperately trying to imitate

His pathways of perception


Late that night my parents

Appeared to part me from

My new Montague

I clutched the book

Refusing relinquishment

My aunt, wise and generous, gifted it

One of my first doors to stumble through

Decades of wandering in delight


Sherlock Holmes

The only man I ever loved


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