On Brighton Beach

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On Brighton Beach, the tourists say,

        the ice cream vendors come this way,

and come and go,

          and come and go,

on Brighton Beach,

        the tourists know.

 

On Brighton Beach, the bathers say,

        the shifting waves are quick and gay,

and come and go,

       and come and go,

on Brighton Beach,

        the bathers know.

 

On Brighton Beach, I've never heard

        the sleeping sand to say a word.

But come and go,

        and come and go,

the dreaming sand

        will never know.

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The Language of Trees

 
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The trees were winking at me this morning.
 
Or maybe it was morse code.
 
Tiny brights lights kept going on and off, as if someone was hitting a switch.
 
But irregular, like a cipher.
 
I finally figured it out. 
 
It was the light of the sun refracting through raindrops as the leaves moved in the breeze.
 
Nature speaks to us.
 
I hope we are listening.
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Limerosity

I have three books coming out next month, and thought I would share them with my Green Room friends.

The first, The Laughing String is a collection of my thoughts on writing, interspersed with some quotes on the art and craft that I found either inspiring or enlightening (or both). 

 

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The second is called Two Short Novels, and if you think that it contains two short novels, you would be almost right. Actually it contains two short comic romances, but that doesn't roll off the tongue quite the same way. The first one, The Marriage Gift, is I still think the funniest thing I have ever writen. 

 

 

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But the last one, Limerosity, is my favorite. If you have been hanging out in the Green Room for a while, you might have noticed my fondness for limericks, and perchant for having literary figures as subjects. I have collected some of them and present them here. 

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It's a short book now, but I hope it will grow in future editions, my light-hearted version of Leaves of Grass. Who knows? Maybe some of this talented community will end limerickly commemorated in there one day. A consummation possibly not to be wished. 

 

 

 

 

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Generations

I have a bunch of books coming out this year, so I thought I'd profile a few here for my Green Room friends. The first is Generations: Three One Acts.  

A few years ago I had just finished a one act play about the last journey of Ralph Waldo Emerson with his daughter Ellen. I encouraged two old  and talented friends to write plays on the same general lines. No one was more surprised than I was when they took me up on it, writing not just two plays but two very different, funny, and moving plays about the complex relationship between generations. 

The plays were produced in Annapolis, Maryland, last year for a short run. The response was enthusiastic and our experience deeply memorable, so we decided to publish.  The book is available now online, and can be ordered through many bookstores. 

 

 

 

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Invictus

 
 
 
 
 
Out of the night that covers me,
      Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
      For my unconquerable soul.
 
In the fell clutch of circumstance
      I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
      My head is bloody, but unbowed.
 
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
      Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
      Finds and shall find me unafraid.
 
It matters not how strait the gate,
      How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate,
      I am the captain of my soul.
 
WILLIAM ERNEST HENLEY
 
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