BLACK LIVES by Rich Quatrone

RICH QUATRONE is a poet and playwright living in Spring Lake, NJ. He was educated at Rutgers College and Mason Gross School of the Arts, both at Rutgers University. He and Lorraine Quatrone founded PASSAIC REVIEW in 1979, inspired by Continue reading BLACK LIVES by Rich Quatrone

For Poetry by Rich Quatrone

FOR POETRY Today is for poetry. Only for poetry. The world of money to hell. Today is for pleasure. Only for pleasure. For internal wandering. For rest and ecstasy. For vision and memory. Today is for genius. For birthright. Today Continue reading For Poetry by Rich Quatrone

Look Up, Up In The Sky by Rich Quatrone

LOOK UP, UP IN THE SKY! They just have too much money, that is the problem. Too much spare change. Too much extra cash on hand. They can’t sit still. They just have to… do. Something, anything. Seeking “entertainment” is Continue reading Look Up, Up In The Sky by Rich Quatrone

Seeking Transcendence by Rich Quatrone

SEEKING TRANSCENDENCE So we do it in private mostly. Because we know damn well in public everyone is held down by money and activity. We know everyone is running to some place to just basically get lost. And we do Continue reading Seeking Transcendence by Rich Quatrone

Body Magic by Rich Quatrone

BODY MAGIC The body is a magical instrument after Baraka had you laughing in bed with his wondrous verse you lay there with the world inside you the happy world spinning while the ghouls and their Main Ghoul in what Continue reading Body Magic by Rich Quatrone

Ode To Roxanne Rae by Rich Quatrone

ODE TO ROXANNE RAE for my brother This brilliant metaphor unites sex with aesthetics. — Camille Paglia Where are you, Camille, when I need you? Did you ever see Roxanne Rae going through her paces? Tonight she was getting fucked by Continue reading Ode To Roxanne Rae by Rich Quatrone

Climbers by Rich Quatrone

CLIMBERS They’ve always been around. Maybe even helped to crucify Jesus. Certainly helped to assassinate Caesar. Were instrumental in the murder of Lincoln. O, come on now, Quatrone! Don’t be so melodramatic. So highfalutin Lincoln? Caesar? Jesus!!! Really, Quatrone. So, Continue reading Climbers by Rich Quatrone