Shelter by Rich Quatrone

SHELTER I don’t remember most of my childhood. I don’t have many “happy memories,” although there must be a few. Just don’t ask me to try to find them right now. When I was older and carried the mail during Continue reading Shelter by Rich Quatrone

WHILE HITCH HIKING ON A TULIP LINED ROAD IN THE NETHERLANDS by Rich Quatrone

WHILE HITCH HIKING ON A TULIP LINED ROAD IN THE NETHERLANDS The play opens with a woman in bed. She is young, sexy, dark skinned. She is struggling to open her suitcase. The woman’s name is Sehasha. Sehasha: I was Continue reading WHILE HITCH HIKING ON A TULIP LINED ROAD IN THE NETHERLANDS by Rich Quatrone

THE POET NEAR THE GRAVEYARD ONLY HAS ONE DESIRE LEFT by Rich Quatrone

THE POET NEAR THE GRAVEYARD ONLY HAS ONE DESIRE LEFT He’s hunched over a small table. Air conditioner thrums. Cat sleeps on couch. Dishes in sink. He’s exhausted from working as a gardener for the rich in the heat. What Continue reading THE POET NEAR THE GRAVEYARD ONLY HAS ONE DESIRE LEFT by Rich Quatrone

Moving a Poet by Rich Quatrone

MOVING A POET There are some who will mock you in the name of love. They will tell you you have too many possessions. “Stuff” they will call it. Were you a wealthy man there would be no comment. You’d Continue reading Moving a Poet by Rich Quatrone

Knowledge by Rich Quatrone

KNOWLEDGE Most of it is bullshit. The rushing, the doing, the activity, the daily routines, the planning, the TV, the newspaper, the internet, the iPhones and smart phones, most of it is utter bullshit. What’s real are the important moments Continue reading Knowledge by Rich Quatrone

Dominoes by Rich Quatrone

DOMINOES In a way, performances in poetry can prove not that the world is too tough for the performer but that he is too tough for the world. — Richard Poirier He sends a letter to his “landlords” indicting them Continue reading Dominoes by Rich Quatrone

Broken Heart by Rich Quatrone

BROKEN HEART What he used to tell his college students: A broken heart? Hell, life should break your heart every day. It’s a broken life you have to worry about. He reads a few old plays, one about two gorillas Continue reading Broken Heart by Rich Quatrone