Current Occupation: Self-employed writer and volunteer for New Sanctuary Coalition.
Former Occupation: teacher
Your Short Biographical Statement: Ron Singer (www.ronsinger.net) is both a New-York City lifer and citizen of the world. That is, he has lived. worked and travelled in various parts of the U.S., and beyond. Among his publications that reflect this dual allegiance are A Voice for My Grandmother/Betty & Estelle, a memoir about his immigrant grandparents; Look to Mountains, Look to Sea, a collection of poems about Maine; many poems, essays, and stories in magazines across the English-speaking world; and Uhuru Revisited: Interviews with African Pro-Democracy Leaders.
(My parents sprang for the violin.)
The route also forestalled college loans.
and, declaring I needed a “real” job,
pulled strings at a hotel, a den of sin.
a toothless old man, and Playboy addict.
If my mother only knew, god bless her!
also no teeth. There were twelve of us,
working in fours: three eight-hour shifts.
who could hoist four cases at a time
–four packed, full-sized suitcases, that is.
“About six-five, or six-six, mo’ or less.”
Les stooped, from shame, or from a curved spine.
natured bellhop, the kindest by far,
unlike us other jokers and pests,
a fur I had dropped lay in the dust.
“No problem,” he winked, “they’re still in the bar.”
without mentioning its other ghosts:
glass washers, gardeners, and now that he’s toast,
sporting a loud vest, the waddling Em-Cee.
this logo-meister, this master of words,
spouted for fifty years, a language whale.
Through classroom walls, Stentor’s voice could be heard
(though he used neither mike nor megaphone).
“ ‘Dative’? No! Front-leaning rest position!”
the former M.P. would bark. “You moron!”
when he became too slow to reach a shot
on the squash court. We played thirty-some years,
my mentor and I, knowledge sweetly bought.
His idiom, profane, his thinking, pure,
to our weak pablum culture, a shock cure.
“You slackers will pay. Of that, rest assured!”