ABOUT
THE AUTHOR
I was born in NYC 1947, lived in the Bronx till I got married and moved to Jersey in 1979. I was raised Roman Catholic and went to Catholic grammar and High School. Graduated with BA from Central University of Iowa. Worked in Manhattan most of my career. Presently I am a Claims Adjuster for a service company in the city.
I have only been writing seriously for the past three years, but am published in various nostalgia magazines, have won some awards on line and was awarded the coveted Halpern Memorial Award for best narrative for the Fall 2002 issue of the Bronx County Historical Society Journal. I also have several of my poems published in anthologies. Two short stories will be published at the end of this year.
I will submit essays, historical articles, short stories, and poetry. Looking forward to reading and commenting on the works of fellow authors at this site.
[December 2004]
AUTHOR'S OTHER TITLES (14) A Death In The City (Poetry) It is a painful and tragic event when a parent must bury their child. [241 words] Card Sharps (Short Stories) The poker game grew heated. The cheated card player lay dead on the floor! [1,309 words] [Crime] Invisible Universe (Novels) Suppose our science was able to shrink a man into a sub-atomic level. What would he find there, and wouls his journey ever end? This is a story of one such traveller and his adventures into that rea... [2,651 words] [Science Fiction] Invisible Universe - Chapter Ii - First Contact (Novels) The sub-atomic traveller, attacked by a microscopic life-form fell into the abyss. The adventure continues. [2,184 words] [Science Fiction] Invisible Universe - Chapter Iii - Myth! (Novels) The lonely traveler continues his journey, ever downward, into vast and endless universes. [2,315 words] [Science Fiction] Lenny's Last Jump! (Short Stories) Two gangsters out for a night’s work, but they’re in for a surprise! [880 words] Lincoln Past (Poetry) To the honor of one of our greatest Presidents. [107 words] [Biography] The Five Points (Essays) The old rookeries and dilapidated shanties that formerly abounded in the vicinity of the Five Points and Cow's Bay in the Sixth Ward were the resort and refuge of a desperate class of criminals. This... [897 words] [History] The Last Full Measure (Essays) Abraham Lincoln on his way to address the crowd at the dedication of the Gettysburg cemetary. This has to be one of the greatest speeches ever presented by a head of state! [1,441 words] [Biography] The Lonely Lighthouse (Poetry) Lighthouse keepers and their wives have an isolated life...most of the time cut off from the mainland. It is a constant struggle to combat loneliness and its effects! [382 words] [Adventure] The Ninth Avenue El (Essays) Rapid Transit had been a top priority for the city fathers in mid 19th Cenbtury Manhattan. The first elevated railway was a failure but the idea was sound. Once the overhead trains were run by stea... [3,038 words] [History] The Old Salts And The Sea (Poetry) A shanty to the countless sailors that perished at sea! [205 words] [Adventure] We Attack At Dawn! (Short Stories) Toward the end of WWII, an army platoon encouters German resistance. [1,391 words] [History] Who Is The Hero? (Short Stories) Schoolyard bullies have always intimidated their classmates. But what if a boy refuses to fight back? Is he a coward or a hero? [1,534 words] [Motivational]
Dancing With A Stranger Gregory J Christiano
It was there in the
Blue Note Lounge,
We met!
She had a slender, lithe frame
Dark, flowing dress.
Smitten I was.
Her red hair aflame
Green eyes,
Or were they hazel?
I nourished my hopes.
Such beauty, I only dreamt of.
Like a sparkle of precious stones,
Fragrant flowers.
Blossomed from long fantasies
Even in the dim light,
Milky-white her skin.
My fever grew,
Straightening my tie, clearing my throat,
To part the curtain of night,
And in that dim light,
I approached her.
Slowly, with measured step,
Stirred by a sudden rush,
There.
She stood alone, glancing my way,
Her eyes inviting me,
Alluring.
A hairsbreadth more,
And I would meet her.
This is no dreamless lie!
I fell upon my fears - to
Conquer them soundly.
She felt the same!
I sensed it - I knew it.
Barely a word - No word at all.
We embraced to the music
The instruments filled the hall.
Soft music it was, low sax, faint piano.
A few bars here and there, softly.
My fingertips tingled, wrapped tightly in hers.
I felt that thirst, that hunger.
We danced slowly.
Unintroduced.
Silent.
Yet we spoke a million things,
With our eyes, our touch.
Closer.
No words exchanged. They weren't needed.
Dancing slowly, slow, as slow can be.
Intoxicated.
Fitfully we strove,
Slowly holding, gently touched, embracing.
It was magic, I swear.
Enveloped in a quivering web,
An excitement. A crescendo about to erupt.
Like percussion, timbals about to beat,
Cymbals about to clash!
The excitement of two strangers!
A smile crossed our lips.
A caress, and a trembling kiss.
The room had disappeared.
We were alone, together!
Alone in a crowded room.
Where bliss never ends,
Where a life begins.
Where hearts soar.
We were no strangers.
She knew me.
Yes, I knew her well.
She was no stranger at all.
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