Gary Beck
Gary Beck has spent most of his adult life as a theater director and worked as an art dealer when he couldn't earn a living in the theater. He has also been a tennis pro, a ditch digger and a salvage diver. His chapbook 'Remembrance' was published by Origami Condom Press, 'The Conquest of Somalia' was published by Cervena Barva Press, 'The Dance of Hate' was published by Calliope Nerve Media and 'Mutilated Girls' is being published by Bedouin Press. A collection of his poetry 'Days of Destruction' was published by Skive Press. Another collection 'Expectations' was published by Rogue Scholars Press. His original plays and translations of Moliere, Aristophanes and Sophocles have been produced Off Broadway and toured colleges and outdoor performance venues. His poetry has appeared in hundreds of literary magazines. He currently lives in New York City.

Misguided Education

Purchasing power
demands respect
from envious people
financially challenged,
who have been conditioned
to the tao of acquisition
and measure accomplishments
by material landmarks.

Red Alert

Illness or disease
strikes suddenly,
catching us unprepared
for the burden of despair
following pain and suffering,
as we're brutally informed
by aching, failing bodies
that we may not continue.



Almost all living things
are losing their habitat
to multi-pronged assaults,
double envelopment
by man and nature,
strong enough when combined
to diminish species,
endanger survival
of fellow passengers
on spaceship earth.

White Interlude

An unexpected snowfall
covers the city
with clean, white quilts,
quickly obscuring
dirt, grime, stains, rust,
urban excrescences
combining avidly,
resurfacing the filth
temporarily submerged
by nature's decorator.

Brief Freedom

Our pet house finch,
Mr. fuzzy pate,
perches in his cage
singing doleful songs.

One spring morning
wild finches sang nearby
and Mr. fuzzy pate
burst into joyous song.

My daughter felt sorry
for the confined bird
in a moment of kindness
opened his cage
and off he flew.

He tried to join the other birds,
but they quickly rebuffed him.
He followed them all day,
but they chased him away.
As darkness fell
he remembered his warm cage,
food tray, water dish,
but couldn't find the way home.

He tried to hop
into the finch's nest,
but they pecked and pecked
the unwelcome intruder
until he flew off,
panic stricken,
and didn't survive
the long, cold night.

Copyright 2010 Gary Beck