Don’t tell me the moon is shining; show me the glint of light on broken glass.
Anton Chekhov

    Those moments before a poem comes, when the heightened awareness comes over   you, and you realize a poem is buried there somewhere, you prepare yourself.  I run around, you know, kind of skipping around the house, marvelous elations.
It’s as though I could fly.
Anne Sexton

Read poetry by Jan Marin Tramontano

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Paternal Nocturne

Paternal Nocturne is a sensitive and honest exploration of the mind of an immigrant philosopher and his connection to his granddaughter. — Linda Leedy Schneider, Through My Window: Poetry of a Psychotherapist


Woman Sitting in a Café

A love letter to a city of dreams with all of its charm, idiosyncrasies and palpable history.


Floating Islands

Floating Islands is a rich fusion of sound and image, well seasoned with commentary on human conditions, the impact of war, and the vagaries of relationships.  Her poetry bears witness to the world we live in as well as the one we dream.  —Judith Prest   After, Sailing on Spirit Wind, Late Day Night


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