Monday, June 28, 2021

...On Poetry and Fiction – Just “One Word” Away (CATS)

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            One word becomes one idea, becomes one sentence, becomes one poem, becomes one story. It must start from just “one word”. Today my one word is “Cats”.

 

                                                                    CATS

           Whether they are family pets, lonesome strays or backyard visitors, “Cats” are surely magical and mysterious. They are beautiful to look at and soft to caress. They are independent creatures with minds of their own; but rest assured, when they seek the company of a loving human, it will be a match made in heaven - On the Feline’s terms of course. Just be ready, your new best friend will enchant you.

           


           

CATS

 

Feline delights of purr-fect flair

Escape artists if you dare

The beauty in their eyes, pure and rare

Standoffish strut, so unaware

 

Many lives they do possess

A Regal Earl or Fair Countess

Hair as coarse as the Beast’s tress

Or full and grand as the Lioness

 

Some feeble, some youthful all are they 

Whimpering, meowing along the way

Mysteriously purring, so much to say

Humans entranced night and day

 

Colorful coats of flawless style

Green-grey-amber eyes, and hidden smile

They charm and enchant; so versatile

Perhaps rest in a lap for a wondrous while

 

… “Cats”, so sly and often sweet

Loners, lovers; quite discreet

Crafty, cunning, and wild to meet

To capture their hearts is quite the treat

 

 

Wednesday, June 9, 2021

RALPH P. COLUCCI (ACTOR-SAG/AFTRA-New York City)


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Ralph P. Colucci  (SAG/AFTRA)

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         "I am a New York City actor/musician (rhythm guitarist), born and raised in Greenpoint/Williamsburg, Brooklyn, NY. While attending Grover Cleveland High School, in Ridgewood, Queens, NY, I received my training through Theater Production classes and the New York University Creative Arts Team Youth Theatre (improvisation). We wrote and performed original plays in and around the NYU campus. After high school, I attended the Lee Strasberg Theatre Institute (NYC), focusing on scene work and method acting. I joined SAG/AFTRA shortly thereafter, and I continue to work in the entertainment industry (film, tv, commercials, music videos, print). I am also a Horseplayer at Saratoga, Belmont, Aqueduct & various racetracks around the country. Trained in Shotokan Karate."

 

 

Monday, June 7, 2021

"THE HAND SHE DEALT TO ME" - FREE EBOOK ON AMAZON (PROMO VIDEO)

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GOOD DAY ALL:


    "The Hand She Dealt to Me" is the first of several ebooks I wrote, in retirement. This book/novel is special to me, since it was written in a "dialogue-only" style without me planning on writing it in that fashion. The book wrote itself, and I just rolled with it. This turned out to be a novel in "3D" (lol), where the reader is constantly there, in the middle of the action; listening, watching, waiting, wanting, thinking, laughing, crying, fearing, loving, eating, drinking, etc. - Whatever the characters are doing, the readers are doing it alongside them. Sound different? Sound interesting? Sound unique? 

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Thursday, May 27, 2021

...On Poetry and Fiction - Just "One Word" Away (Christmas)

 

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Poetry and Fiction – Just “One Word” Away (Christmas)

            One word becomes one idea, becomes one sentence, becomes one poem, becomes one story. It must start from just “one word”. The piece below is actually the “Prologue” to the next Novel I am working on, titled “The Last Christmas Card”, which is still a work in progress. However, this piece is a work of fiction that started from just “One Word”; that one word was “Christmas”.

 


 

PROLOGUE


            It was bone-chilling and bitterly cold in New York City this evening. As far as Dom could see from his apartment window in Brooklyn, the winter snow covered the asphalt streets in mounds and twinkled beneath the light of the corner lamppost. He felt a strange loneliness come over him, as he watched the snow continue to fall. This strange loneliness, however, was wrapped in eerie comfort and winter peace. He actually embraced the feeling and enjoyed the somber mood, as he found a haunting joy in it. He remained glued to his window, possessed by the darkness of the night, and mesmerized by the magic of a snowfall.

            As everyone remained nestled up in their homes, surrounded by family, and most probably sipping hot cocoa in front of their television sets, Dom was doing his solo act from his window… Even the dog walkers were out of sight. Except for a few discarded Christmas trees, the streets were empty. So he made a cup of hot cocoa for himself and thumbed through all of the Christmas cards he received this year, in order to update his Christmas Card address list. It was then that he was reminded his dearest friend Rosa, with whom he shared the deepest friendship with until she married and left Brooklyn many years ago, twenty years ago to be exact, had not sent him a Christmas card this year.

            So much time had passed between them. They were no longer youthful as they were back then, as both approached their early fifties by now; but Dom still thought of Rosa as young and as beautiful as ever. Fond visions never change in our minds and hearts. He missed her so much. He missed her annual Christmas card. He missed learning about everything new in her life since the previous Christmas…Deep down, he knew something was wrong, because they always exchanged Christmas cards since the day she left. They made that promise to each other, because they knew they most likely would never see each other much, if at all, and a Christmas card would be the best way for them to stay in touch and communicate about their lives. She had a new life in a small town in Upstate, New York, while Dom’s life stayed the same here in Brooklyn.

            Dom would be lying if he said he was not pining away for her all this time. Although their relationship remained platonic throughout the years, that may have been more of Rosa’s choice than his. She was young, smart, funny and beautiful; and he was young, smart, funny and attracted to her, as any man would be…But they agreed to at least stay in touch through a yearly Christmas card…and they did for the past twenty years, except for this year. Yes, something was not right. It’s already been several weeks past Christmas, and Dom hadn’t heard a word from her.

            It’s been forever lonely for him since the day she left. She was his very best friend…and more…in his heart at least. After her parents passed on, some years ago, her siblings moved away with their families, as did Dom’s once his Mom and Dad passed. Dom’s siblings lived down in Florida, and they rarely saw or heard from one another, except for the “obligatory” phone call, on occasion. Dom had no idea where Rosa’s siblings moved to; they had all lost contact. Sometimes life just works out that way. Actually, the only time she and Dom saw each other since she married and left Brooklyn, was at both their parents’ funerals. She was sweet and caring enough to come back to Brooklyn to console him during his time of loss. She knew he needed her friendship, and he knew it too. After that, they never saw each other again. Except for the annual Christmas card, there was no other contact.

            All Dom recalled from the last day they saw each other, was her sweet voice whispering into his ear, “Take care of yourself, Dom.” The smell of her perfume remained with him as he watched her walk away, get into her car, and drive off – back to her home in a little town in Upstate, New York - and back to her husband Brian; a man Dom had never formally met. He saw him from a distance at both her parents’ funerals, but they never spoke. Rosa never introduced him to Dom. Dom always wondered why…He seemed okay, as far as Dom could guess; but he was a bit older than Rosa and a little standoffish. Not like Rosa at all.

            Dom had been deeply saddened by past memories from a once happy, now lost, time in their lives. Those memories cut into his heart like a knife. Both their families were inseparable over those years, as they were not only neighbors, but their parents were close friends since they were kids. Rosa and Dom were in the same classes in grade school, they went to each other’s backyard birthday parties, and they escorted each other to High School Prom. They even attended the same college in Brooklyn, New York. They traveled to and from college together, and tried to set up their class schedules and lunch breaks at the same time most days.

            The campus was beautiful, and it offered them a chance to discover it and embrace it together. They would sit at the windowsill of the music building on their breaks, and watch the students and professors below, walk by hurriedly, as they both chatted about college life. They had many of the same friends, and they attended many of the same social events on campus. At times they even dated other people, but always made their way back to each other and the solid friendship they shared.

            A special treat for both of them was simply sitting together on the old wooden benches near the many gardens and fish ponds scattered about the campus, as they laughed at each other’s jokes. Most memorable was their love for old structures. They took in the awesome sights of the ornate architecture and ancient facades of the many buildings on the grounds. It was both a learning as well as a memory-making experience for them.

            They shared a special bond Dom thought would last forever. He actually felt they would have ended up together with a family; but that wasn’t the case at all. They were just friends, and she had other ideas. After college, she went on to teach Mathematics at a High School in Queens, and Dom went on to teach English at a High School in Brooklyn. That’s when she met Brian, a teaching colleague; and their lives suddenly went in opposite directions.

            Dom dated lots of women over the years, including some teaching colleagues of his own; but not one of them compared to his sweet Rosa – not in looks, personality, or intellect. Rosa was exciting to be around. She was fun, she was smart, she had a “Joie de Vivre” that was so infectious it made Dom want to try things he wouldn’t normally do. He never knew what to expect from her. Being in her company was always an adventure he hoped would never end. She had a strange and mysteriously quiet side too, which made Dom often wonder who she really was inside and what she was thinking about. She ran hot and cold, but he loved it all and he missed it all.

            Needless to say, Dom remained single to this day, as he patiently awaited the next year’s Christmas card from her. He lived life through her cards and through her words, once a year. Pretty sad, but that’s the way he wanted it. He had secretly hoped one day that she would write and tell him her marriage was over and she would be returning home to Brooklyn…and perhaps to him. Little did she know how Dom truly felt about her…Painfully, on this cold, lonely and snowy night, he discovered that last year’s card may have been “The Last Christmas Card” he would ever receive from her. This was very troubling to him, and his mission now is to find out why.

 

Tuesday, April 27, 2021

...On Poetry and Fiction - Just "One Word " Away (Whisper)

 

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     GOOD OR BAD, A WHISPER ALWAYS COMES TO US, INCOGNITO...




        One word becomes one idea, becomes one sentence, becomes one poem, becomes one story. It must start from just “one word”. Today my one word is "Whisper".                                                             

        A whisper is a trace of sound. It is a form of communication in an attempt to be quiet and courteous in the company of others. It can also be an attempt at sharing private gossip and mean-spirited rhetoric…Or it may display hints of love and admiration. At times it may be funny and kind, or simply wild and mischievous. Just know that in whatever form a whisper comes to you, or however you choose to speak a whisper, there is always a reason behind its subtle and obscured voice. There is always a message upon its lips. It can be human, it can be spiritual or it can be Nature’s way. Happy or sad - a whisper is the spoken word, incognito.

           

WHISPER

(April 27, 2021)

 

A Whisper is The Secret of the Soul

It reveals itself selectively

Be it new or be it ol’

Rich soft tones of joy and woe –

in love, in hate, it dons a glow

Be it high or be it low

 

A hint of sound so misunderstood

A dormant murmur within the heart

‘Til the soul decides to speak its peace

as many dare to play a part

Its ego rises from the deep

Smart in thought; foolish in start

Some strong, some frail, at times too weak

It plays its agenda of hide and seek

 

A Whisper is a friend, sitting by at church

Or the “quiet” in a noble Library

Soft chatter in the seats of a movie theatre

Often times words of bribery

Sly students engaged in classroom banter

With gossip as their goal

Giggles in between each childish Whisper

Where others choose ne’er to troll

 

Faint traces of its hidden slur, echo all about

In homes and public places;

either Quaint or bearing Clout

A Whisper is the great respect

in a solemn Mausoleum

Or anxiety in a hospital ward

…the rhythm of its being;  - - of its hearing, of its seeing

Curiosity in The Halls of Justice

Where a Whisper falls to the ground

For fear of someone hearing,

its inappropriate sound

 

A Whisper is the calming breeze

which speaks to leaves in grandiose trees

With seasonal messages from Mother Nature’s lips

Wrapped in colorful, magical bliss

It lurks within the shadows of the golden Sounds of Silence

Telling tales of peace, or telling tales of violence

It always brings a message through a vague obscured voice

Be it light, be it dark, or be it pure personal choice

Through footsteps rushing past, on a dim lonely street

It will invite all to listen  -  very clearly, yet discreet

A Whisper can be heard, be it close or from afar

Yet will touch a life with love, or turn it all ajar

 

Some Whispers are quite kind, and sometimes not so much

So determine wisely, as you listen, to its final touch

Whether sun-kissed days or ebony-laced skies

A Whisper speaks truths, or spews damaging lies