Alexandrina Sergio traces her passion for poetry to her Irish mother’s habit of mixing in the works of Celtic poets with bedtime nursery tales. William Butler Yeats and Little Red Riding Hood equally inhabited her childhood. As an English teacher, Sandy coached prize-winning student poets. Subsequent careers as executive director of a community-based mental health agency, director of a philanthropic foundation, and consultant in philanthropy encroached on poetry-writing time, but retirement has allowed broader opportunities for writing and reading her poetry. Her work has been published in a number of journals and anthologies and has twice been performed by a professional stage company. Her awards include first place in the 2007 Connecticut Senior Poetry Contest and second place in the 2008 Dorman John Grace Contest. She lights up at the sight of a microphone. Sandy and her husband, musician David Sergio, have four children and three grandchildren. They live in Glastonbury, Connecticut
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BOOK STATISTICS ISBN 978-0-9817883-8-8
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HONKY-TONK HEART Truth to tell Never slipped my toes in and out of those But I can size up a fella, I think about it You’ve read enough to know that I’m here to say that |
GOD’S IN THE RADIO God’s there in the radio Now his radio of choice You’re drivin’ down the interstate A friendly voice might ease the pain Then out He comes a-singing And whoever’s vocalizing Some’ll say that you’re just hearing |
STACY THROUGH THE DOORWAY The doorway a dirty hanky cloud The doorway is Keen eyes and hard-life lines So there you are: until... Stacy comes through the doorway When she doesn’t, And when she does, |
NEAR ENCOUNTER WITH A QUEEN
I didn’t say “Hello. Great shoes.” An arresting presence in the Goodwill: I didn’t say “Hello. Striking hat.” Draped in unsettling sexuality I didn’t say “Hello. Finding anything good?” Exotic flowers must be cultivated I wish I’d said “Hello.” |
ISLAND AFTERNOON
You smile, murmur: So this is why We barely sense that a bird has darted in one window The mountain switchbacks deliver up the exertions Echoes of unassertive construction make chorus with the island dogs, You stir, touch me, |
ALL THAT REMAINS
After Tante Betty died The nephews took them back home and passed them out to |
ASPERGILLUM
“They sprayed holy water on the bikes and the bikers
Were I allowed an aspergillum This denied, |