I BECAME ALONE by Rich Quatrone

I BECAME ALONE I became alone when the world spun out like a mad globe in the dark universe when I was 22. That night on the Columbia campus when the stars shifted and nothing was to be the same Continue reading I BECAME ALONE by Rich Quatrone

A Way Out by Rich Quatrone

A WAY OUT I’m searching for a way out. But not death. That is not the way. Not cancer. Not any other fatal disease. I seek the right way out. The healthy way. The courageous way. The new way. A Continue reading A Way Out by Rich Quatrone

Beside The Dead by Rich Quatrone

BESIDE THE DEAD Nos defauts son nos qualites. One of the reasons I have not been able to pull this cottage together is that I don’t want to remain here. I think to move when the lease expires the end Continue reading Beside The Dead by Rich Quatrone

A River by Rich Quatrone

A RIVER Rather than write about all the women I’ve fucked, as you suggested I’d rather write about all the women I’ve loved. And the women who have broken my heart. You might ask, how many times can a heart Continue reading A River by Rich Quatrone

Gun Love 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 Gun Love by Rich Quatrone

If They Come For Me by Rich Quatrone

IF THEY COME FOR ME Tell them I was here a while, that I loved some good women, but that the ones I loved best left. If they try to break down my door, tell them I wrote a lot Continue reading If They Come For Me by Rich Quatrone

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