- tampa bay metro, Florida,
- September 10
- I was born in year 4 of the reign of the Emperor Tiberius Claudius and raised on 66th Street and 13th Ave. in Brooklyn. And Coney Island, Traveled the world. Married my high school sweetheart and stayed together 40 years.
Now a retired old widower crank living in Florida with my cat. Author of "Initial Verses" - a collection of poems on love, loss, poverty and war" and "Toritto's Blog - a Memoir of a life in posts."
MY RECENT POSTS
- A Morning at Fred Howard Park
April 22, 2013 11:02AM
- The Messenger - 1967
May 22, 2013 09:20AM
- How About We Just Send Our
May 21, 2013 11:01AM
- Tearless the Enemies of Peace
May 20, 2013 07:14PM
- Green Cathedral
May 19, 2013 12:35PM
MY RECENT COMMENTS
- “Libby - the pic is Fred
Howard Park, a hidden jewel of
beach north of Tampa
- “Good riddance fascist
bastard. / r”
- “Perhaps we should have
reminded the Okies about their
- “Tommi - nothing changes
until it's taken to the
to burn before…”
- “Yup - I expect Oklahoma
the rest of the week. All
May 21, 2013 06:52PM
- New list
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- MY LINKS
Core Members of the White Rose - Munich 1942 - (l to r) Hans Scholl, Sophie Scholl and Christoph Probst. Arrested by the Gestapo on February 18 and guillotined on February 23, 1943, 70 years ago this month.
The notorious Nazi Judge Roland Freisler was pract… Read full post »
What do you say
when she asks
"How do I know
you love me?"
I only love
"You have to ask?"
She just did.
"You should know by now"
she doesn’t.… Read full post »
"You get away cheap on Valentine’s Day!" she would quip with a smile.
Carnations were her favorite flower. Not roses. Carnations.
Long stem reds and whites wrapped in that paper that goes inside flower boxes with a bow, a card and delivered by the flower shop. Some years, wh… Read full post »
Mother and Son
She sits beneath a massive oak
in the Garden of Noble Women.
Garden of the Promise
for those who have borne the burden
yet never heard the Word.
He never walked.
He never fed himself.
He never saw the light
The original banking floor of the R. I. Hospital Trust
Once upon a time I worked in Providence, R. I. It was back in the late seventies - early eighties. My youngest daughter was born there.
I was a thirty something V. P. at the Rhode Island Hospital Trust,… Read full post »
She wore a chignon in her hair
pulling it tightly from her face
Aragon's image carved by time.
the walking ghost of Isabella.
She moved along with quiet grace
each motion filled with dignity
usually found in royalty
yet easily and naturally.
Watching closely one could… Read full post »
Hell must be empty she thought
'cause all the demons are here
in this dark lonely space
which she once thought was heaven.
He was life sucking in his perfection
leaving her an empty husk
no longer the woman she once was;
each day a dreaded hanging page,
operating system… Read full post »
A repost 'cause it's important
FGM ceremonial knives used in Sierra Leone - photo from the U. N. News Service
Lithe and lovely
high cheek bones
has me staring at her
"Hey G. I!… Read full post »
The Huntress has seen
shined on all who ever lived.
Apollo too of course by day
but since Diana rules the dark
she knows full well what night conceals.
She watches as we park the
to wait the rising of the sun
my lips upon your pillow lips
her light reflected in your eyes
we/… Read full post »
In a dream the guns came out
drowning out the voice of reason
unheard the cries of little children
no one cared who fired first.
One side killing all the godless
the other murdering the priests
both were hunting reason’s voices
the middle ground a no-man’s land
They looked up and saw the
body electric, fashioned by Eros
coming through the door;
tall, with a perfectly turned ankle
worthy in itself of worship,
limbs formed by the gods
a sculptor’s deft touch to hip and breast.
The body in age has memory;
hands and skin still fe… Read full post »
old men doffing borselinos
wearing double breasted suits.
Topolinos in the street
run as if on memory
pretty girls now walking by
laughing, giving boys the eye.
Un espresso piacere
evening star just visible
sitting at a little tabl… Read full post »
Toritto at the Acropolis - 1994 - not bad for 52!
It’s 1994 and the Great American Travel Company sends me off to Athens to take a look at local operations. I haven’t been to Greece since 1966; Athens was a stop on my way to or from Eritrea.
It’s 1975 and thirty something Toritto is going on a business trip for the great American travel company.
To Venice. Italy. Tough duty but someone has to do it.
Actually the company’s "Venice" office is in Mestre, a bit of an industrial town on the mainland. At least it was… Read full post »
Well Super Bowl Sunday is rolling around and will soon be upon us. Game day is a de-facto national holiday. Many of the games are included in the list of the largest TV events ever. The day is the second biggest eating day for Americans trailing only Thanksgiving. The cost… Read full post »
Piazza del Duomo, Milan. The entrance to the Galleria is through the arch on the left. The statue is of Vittorio Emanuele II.
So it’s June 1994 and yours truly is in Milan in a serviced apartment (kitchen, living room and bedroom) a short walk from bo… Read full post »
Toritto at the pyramids and the sphinx - January 1995
So I’m on assignment in Cairo for the Great Anerican Travel Company - (Don't leave home without it!) - for the second time in 4 months.
Last time I was here I made the "mistake" of making a number of recom
It is the year 135 B. C .in Roman Republic Sicily The Carthaginians had been finally defeated and expelled years ago. The Roman Republic itself was already some 375 years old, dating from the overthrow of the monarchy in 509 B. C. Vast tracts of land had been acquired by… Read full post »
Bells should ring
for our peaceful sister
mauled by the evil
come back from the grave.
Ring your bells in Warsaw
for our peaceful sister
revisited by the specter
you know so well.
In Paris, Brussels
Lublin and Krakow
and yes, Berlin
be aware the evil lurks among… Read full post »
At the corner table of a Wendy's
an old woman sits every morning,
bent over her paper,
her coffee and half eaten egg
patiently awaiting further attention.
In the banality that is old age
she thinks how little she enjoyed
the years of youth and beauty
when sh… Read full post »
Memories of furniture and lamps
a most familiar room
where someone else now lives and loves,
the house and all it’s walls
To the right of the door
a tall chest, filled
with ties and sweaters, a watch;
fronted with dark carved wood
bron… Read full post »
"Your Majesty! Your Majesty!!"
Elizabeth awoke from her slumber to hear her Lady in Waiting knocking at the door to her bed chamber.
"A messenger from Cumnor Place with urgent news"
Elizabeth immediately knew the subject of the news. She knew who lived at Cumnor… Read full post »
Comrade Balabanoff! There is someone here I would like you to meet!
Angelica turned around to face the voice. It was Franco, one of her colleagues on the Central Committee of the Italian Socialist Party.
"Good evening! How are you!" He gently kissed her on the cheek. With him… Read full post »