By Gary Beck
Within my mind’s imagining
are worlds of me that I invent.
I forget dreamlike visitations
when songless, selfless wonderings
submit their own realities
as substitutes for desire
confining me, a passenger
on a vessel of delusion.
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 poetry has appeared in hundreds of literary magazines, and he has published several chapbooks. 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. He currently lives in New York City.
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