A surprising offshoot of my writing trajectory — I started writing poetry about a month after joining Medium. Notice how I managed to stay apolitical … for about a day.
This is one where you can take a guess at the city from the hints in the poem. I’ve gotten correct replies in private, but the contest is still open.
Even in poetry, I couldn’t stay apolitical for long …
This was inspired by a chance encounter on an apple picking excursion on a beautiful day in October.
This next one was a ton of fun to write. They all are, but this one especially …
a loose survey of folks who have called the Lower Hudson Valley home, in verse
2018 started off pretty chilly …
My Cup Spilleth Over
Before creative juices can flow and take flight, I must wage battle with a tinge of stage fright
A Mnemonic Rap to Help You Remember Taiwan’s Shrinking List of Diplomatic Allies
best read to a hip-hop beat
All translations are from my native Hungarian to English, by a motley mix of amazing poets (in order): József Erdélyi, Sándor Weöres, Gyula Juhász, János Brody, Miklós Radnóti, István Eörsi, Noémi László, Ágnes Nemes Nagy, Zsolt Miklya, Lőrinc Szabó, Géza Röhrig, Lajos Szórádi, Jenő Dsida, János Lackfi, Zsuzsa A. Túri, Zoltán Zelk, Hannah Szenes, Endre Ady, Sándor Petőfi …