leonard-nimoy-obit-videoSixteenByNine1050-v2Leonard Nimoy, the sonorous, gaunt-faced actor who won a worshipful global following as Mr. Spock, the resolutely logical human-alien first officer of the Starship Enterprise in the television and movie juggernaut “Star Trek,” died on Friday morning at his home in the Bel Air section of Los Angeles. He was 83. He had chronic COPD ( chronic obstructive pulmonary disease ).

~By Virginia Heffernan of The New York Times


The multi-talented Nimoy was an actor, director, photographer, and recoding artist. He was also an accomplished poet. Visit these sites to read some of Leonard’s works:




Rest In Peace, Mr. Spock! I have been – and always will be – your fan!





It’s back! I have decided to re-establish a separate blog

Everything old is new again!

for the posting of my short stories and flash fiction. The feeling was that I wasn’t paying my poetry the respect it had earned, and that the new audience for the prose and flash fiction would have easier access to it.

I am enjoying this new venture and look forward to presenting these works for you. So I’ll ask you to come over, bookmark the page, follow my progress and enjoy the stories. And thanks for stopping by!


I had been asked to deliver the Eulogy for Jane. She lived a different life than most in the family. And at 90 years of age, she had earned it. She owed nothing to anyone. Half the family that still loved and accepted her for who she was, took comfort in my words. The ones that looked down their noses at her all their lives, rolled their eyes and did not appreciate my candor. Bottom line: I liked Aunt Jane for the reasons listed below. But also because there was plenty of reason to like her. She was a human being. I could relate to that!


Today we celebrate the life of Jane Burkowski. These brief words touch on one small part of that life. It was a life that she lived by her own dictates. Whether people understood or agreed with her grand plan did not matter. The fact is we are what we are, and Jane was who she was. Being quick to judge her took the spotlight off of our flaws and imperfections. But what can I say about a woman from my perspective of as “outsider” looking in?
What  do we remember about Jane? That she worked at AM&As? That she was an avid sports fan? She love the Buffalo Bills, the lay of the land at Fort Erie Racetrack and the ponies that played there. That she held her heritage and language and faith close to heart? That she loved her brother John, and although they had their differences the love always shone through. I’m sure there was a time when she probably could remember more about us than we did of her. Maybe we could have tried a little harder to achieve that familiarity. Jane’s life had become just a matter of existence; a daily cross to bear, unwittingly.

She did no more or no less than any of we do to survive in the life we were given. She was no better and no worse than anyone in this church. In her later days she was made comfortable and Jane was afforded the dignity of passing as she had lived. In her own way; in her own time.

On a personal note, I liked Aunt Jane. I liked her independence and I liked that she pushed people’s buttons. Good or bad, she got people to give her attention whether they intended to or not. I loved her laugh, a cross between a cackle and a cavort; when she was filled with joy, her presence was known.  My regret is in not having taken the time to know her just a little better. In my eyes, she was good people; better than most.
In the final analysis, you didn’t care that you had been forgotten by her. You embrace the brief flashes of lucidity that graced her and accept that life had caressed her heart.
This week, life stopped caressing Aunt Jane’s heart and placed her in the caring hands of her Heavenly Father, her Boze (Bo-zha – Polish for God/Jesus) to whom she talked and prayed. Her nephew Kenny Rompala cleared her way and held the gate opened for her as she returned to the eternal warmth of her mother, Frances, for whom she cared in her later years, and is once more in the embrace of her beloved father, Jan, and siblings Mary, Rose, Bertha and Emil. Thankfully, there remains an empty seat in this family grouping for the moment. Jane has gone to a better place where she will always remember and hurtful words cannot denigrate the life she chose to live. She is home again; a new home.  May God bless you, Aunt Jane. Rest in peace.


Another honor bestowed upon me thanks to my association with Robert Lee Brewer and the absolutely amazing poets of the Writer’s Digest.com/Poetic Asides group. I have been riding high on my laurels since Robert had named me the 2010 Poetic Asides April PAD Poet Laureate on his birthday. Fittingly, my chapbook, “Worth a Thousand Words” has been selected as one of the top seven finalist for the November Chapbook Challenge a day before mine. The top honor, and deservedly so, went to Uma Gowrishankar for her chapbook, “Inhale”.

I had submitted two manuscripts for the challenge. The first “Chronicles of the Traveling Red Suit”, was a collection of my “I Am Santa” poems. A rough draft of a future work for sure. I am proud of this one in its own right.

But, “Worth a Thousand Words” is a compilation of some of my concrete poetry. Concrete poetry is a visual representation having a direct connection to the poetry proffered. Each “picture”, although not nessessarily comprised of a thousand words, conveys the work in an artful way. From Snoopy, to a fishing pond, to an electric guitar, each was a unique challenge in itself. If I am ever questioned about poetry being an art form, I will place “Worth a Thousand Words” on the table and answer with a resounding “Yes!”

Along with Robert Lee Brewer and his gracious wife Tammy (Thanks Tammy), I must also express my gratitude to the following people:

Marie Elena Good, a good and loyal friend and wonderful poet as well. Marie has supported these efforts, while provoking and nurturing the works, along with offering her own takes on every piece. A great partner with whom I am happy and proud to share the blog “Across the Lake, Eerily”.

Sara Gwen, another of the Poetic Asides contributors you helped reveal the “secrets” of spacing in relation to the PA site.

My daughters Melissa and Andrea who have been my biggest critics and supporters. I love that they share my interest in the written word, being partial to poetry as well.

And thanks to all of the fantastic poets I have encountered on this incredible network called the Internet.
You have all added a small piece of yourselves through your works and words.


November is in the rear view, and I wave it a fond goodbye. It started with much ambition: the Poetic Asides November Poem-a-day Chapbook challenge (http://blog.writersdigest.com/poeticasides) was at the fore, I thought the NaNoWriMo (http://www.nanowrimo.org) would be the answer for that novel I’ve been thrashing about since puberty, keeping the micro poetry (http://www.facebook.com/group.php?gid=116682614879) page on facebook vibrant, finding my flash fiction fully ensconced in the “Flashy Fiction” (http://www.flashyfiction.blogspot.com) page and attempting to put this blog to better use. I realized early that the choice I made for my novel was a treatment based on one of my stage plays called “Taking Up Space”. The story is solid, but I couldn’t release myself from the preconceived ideas already solidified in the performance of said piece. I found that I was locked into perpetual poet mode.

Having been hammering the poetry out since the April Poetic Asides challenge, I couldn’t think in terms other than the poetic nature of my writing. Now, with the writing complete for the challenge, I am entering into the revision phase of my chapbook selections. Based upon the song catalog of the Beatles, and driven by the inspirations apparent, I feel confident in this direction. This set is entitled: “The Beatles: Their Music as Muse”.

Unknown to all, I kept a separate theme running as well. Being the consummate geek in High School, my second set of works (all previously unseen) is based upon my affinity for space movies in general, and Star Wars in particular. I call this leg of the challenge: “The Vader Chronicles: The Muse Behind the Black Mask”.

Feeling relief from the cessation of the daily grind, I’ll move towards trying to free my thoughts in the pursuit of new possibilities. No one said it would be easy!