Jump in!

Read a bundle o'poems of mine at Jump In Magazine. Notice the designation under my name, "Arlington, VA," that's right, because for the time being I am considering myself the young, raw, yet ornate, voice of the Northern Virginia area. Time for us to be heard! In verse. Or at least the young peoples. Anyways, read the poems here.

Homage to Eli Whitney

Ah, they don't make them like they used to. I have managed to get into the The Litchfield Literary Review despite not being from Connecticut. However, my poem is about the man above, the man who made us and then remade us, Eli Whitney. For some reason they decided to center the piece, although I prefer my original line breaks and spacing. If you want to see the original and compare the two, you can let me know. But read on about my take about this most influential of American inventors.

In the South Jersey Underground

I have a poem up at South Jersey Underground, it is in their second issue, just look for "After Mythology" or my name, and you will find it. Or you could be brave and scroll down. Either way, the choice is yours.

My Pops on the YouTube

That's him right there, the famous green giant, the MAN himself, Michael Nardolilli!

"I tell you the truth, this generation will certainly not pass away until all these DIFFERENT things have happened"

That's me, the Rabbi. Lucky enough to appear in the comedy show that's taking NYU BY STORM!!!!

Separated at...death? Or brought together?

Golly what a diptych! Goethe and Madoff together at last! If they ever were apart. Thank you to my dear friend Rembrandt Q. Einstein for this find! Faustian indeed!

From the Shakespeare Talk Page

Seriously, reading these is more fun than the articles themselves on Wikipedia:

souvenir Shakespeare coffee cups

If I discuss it here can I add it on the article if a few people agree with me, right? Firio (talk) 19:13, 9 February 2009 (UTC)

No. Please don't. For the sake of modern civilisation, don't. —Preceding unsigned comment added by 87.232.66.242 (talk) 00:25, 18 February 2009 (UTC)

(Turning in his grave, and thus moving his own bones)

Fogged Clarity (The Author Speaks)

Hello all. I have a poem up at Fogged Clarity, entitled "Ferris Wheel." Read it and enjoy. BUT, that's not all. I am also recorded speaking the poem. It is the first time I have ever had my voice alongside my lines. So you can read AND listen, something you can't do for Sappho. They also have some other good stuff. Browse around.

Daylight Savings

Hello all, a poem of mine, entitled Daylight Savings, has been put online at "The," a blogzine. Read and enjoy. It is a viator, and if you are from Canada you might recognize the form.

Poetry is Democracy!

Whitman and a friend discussing manly things, probably about hunting and building cabins, but mostly women and spooning liberally with them

Poetry how Whitman would have it! By the masses! With elections! Ballots! Babies kissed on the lips! And like real elections, the worst will be taken out and paraded in front of your eyes.

My rhyming, sing-song poem, "A Failed Vacation" (my "Plan Nine," if you will), is up for a vote on the blog 80s Adolescent Angst. The text of the poem is on the site, and the voting is in the upper left-hand corner. Show it some clicking love!

I Guess it Is a Common Enuf Name

From the New York Times:

"Mrs. Obama and her staff also visited Miriam’s Kitchen, a soup kitchen, where the first lady bumped into Bill Richardson, a 46-year-old homeless man. Mr. Richardson was so stunned that he could barely stammer thank you as Mrs. Obama scooped a helping of mushroom risotto onto his plate this month."

Come In and Be Captivated!

The Write Place at the Write Time has three of my poems up on their site, scroll down and check them out. Or, press CTRL+F to look for name if you can remember to spell it. I am going to hope you can. Or at least the first part. Here's a hint, look for Nar-, that should be enough. Then again, why am I making this hard for you? Just type in Benjamin. No wait, just Ben. I am under the pseudo nom de plume of a nickname.

Hit a Cup of Noodles and Run

I have the outline of something I wrote a long time ago, right here, at Hit and Run. It is a pretty good concept, publishing the raw fragments from which great (or not so great) stories are spawned. Anyone who wants to read what it was I made from the mess of scribblings featured on the web site, is more than welcome to hit me up for it.

The Headhunter!

I know I have told at least one of you all about this story. Another one of my prose endeavors. Well, my barnacle, here it is, published on the Left Coast in a city by the bay, perhaps being read right now in a streetcar. It is another grotesque, another Kafkaesque work, you might say. A moral tale for the age? Perhaps. It could be a Marxist fable as well (if all Marxism wasn't a fable). You can read what you want into it. But in order to do that, you must READ IT!

Sunken Lines On The Mirror, Sunken Lines On Her Face

I have a short story published at sunken lines, another legacy of my years living at Broome Street. Not that it's based on anyone I know. 100 points and a beard ride to anyone who can guess where the title of the story comes from!