Stuart P. Radowitz, a Long Island poet, has had a long and successful career in business and education. He is presently an instructor in the English Department at Molloy College, teaching creative writing and critical reading classes.
Stuart looks to nature as a canvas for spirituality and a portal to our souls. His travels have influenced much of his writings. Stuart has been published in various literary journals and has read his poems throughout the New York area including his poem “Closer to God” at Bethany French Baptist Church in Jamaica, NY in honor of Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. and his poem “Peconic Bay” at the Walt Whitman Birthplace in Huntington, NY in honor of Walt Whitman’s Bicentennial. He also participated in poetry readings for Poets in Nassau, Bards Initiative’s annual book launch, Nassau County Poet Laureate Society’s annual book launch, Mid-Island Y JCC’s poetry reading series, Performance Poets Association, and the Molloy College poetry series.
Stuart has his master’s degree in creative writing and literature from Colorado State University and has studied as an undergraduate at Syracuse University with W. D. Snodgrass, Philip Booth, and Donald Justice.
He lives with his wife Sherry, Violet the cat, two aquatic turtles (Mr. & Mrs. T), and his giant 60lb. tortoise, Snuffy. His daughter Stephanie, her husband Dave, granddaughter Emily, and grandson Ryan live in the Connecticut hills.
Snow Hangs on the Branches of Evergreens
I fell in love with you
over and over again
until finally it was time
for breakfast. Since I mostly eat
oatmeal with blueberries, there were
no waffles or pancakes to share.
Though if you had said, let’s have waffles,
I would have, just to be closer to you.
The distance between us will always be there,
breakfast, lunch, the base of the Eiffel Tower,
the canals of St. Petersburg.
Running at 7 a.m. on the cobblestones
alongside old Amsterdam canals,
I step to avoid the bicycling city.
We should have had the waffles and not
argued. We should have gone further south
before heading north.
Snow hangs on the branches of evergreens
and outlines the bottom of my window.
When I look into your eyes
I see New Hampshire, Connecticut, a small valley,
a wood shingled house setback from the heartache
of life. All those pins that prick your heart
Crystal Lake, CT.
Daylight wakes me
up and out and into the
what? Where am I going again?
Why does it always happen this way?
Monday morning, crystal clear air, crystal
lake out behind my house. The path
down to the boathouse slips with
rocks and loose dirt.
Every day is always like this. Up
and out, without you
all I can see are clouds.
All I can hear is your laugh.
Your eyes, blue gray exploding with life,
your shirt unbuttoned,
hair greased back,
that laugh, those eyes.
I hear you say, I’ll be back
in a few minutes.
Heavy steps down the stairs,
the door slams.
Daylight drifts away, brings you back.
I can still remember that white car,
your olive skin,
waking without you.
The White Farmhouse
The farmhouse was white, surrounded
thirteen acres, mostly open, some wooded.
A small pond, an acre and a half
in the back, a well
one hundred fifty feet deep.
Drinking water flowed up
from an ancient underground stream.
Deer knew it was a safe place to graze.
A red fox often loped by,
as if going somewhere.
When you said hello this morning,
I kissed your shoulder.
Our house is warm, though in the winter
it was not always so.
Thursday a gray dove landed under the white pine.
She was looking for a safe place to die.
Friday morning she had moved nearer to the pond
to a place where two sections of fence meet.
When you said good night I went out,
put my finger in the well and touched
the rough damp brick.
The red fox came by again
but did not touch the dove.
No one was hungry enough to eat.
Reviews of Snow Hangs on the Branches of Evergreens
“In Snow Hangs on the Branches of Evergreens, Stuart P. Radowitz gives the reader a remarkable gift, a gift of beautiful poems, each a sparkling faceted gem, evoking in ripples of memory the shadow architecture of life, each place a moment with all the contradictions of the natural world and all its inhabitants. There is magic here, for through these poems, Stuart takes the ephemeral and makes it immutable.”
–Barbara Novack, Writer-in-Residence, Molloy College – Author of Dancing on the Rim of Light. Blue Light Press
“Beauty and pain. The Himalayas and Brooklyn. Love and loss. For those of us who have been blessed and challenged with life in modern developed America, Stuart P. Radowitz’s poems are a welcome and needed reminder of the preciousness of life and the interconnectedness of people, places, and memory. Snow Hangs on the Branches of Evergreens is a collection of places – on the map, at the beach, in the fields, in our hearts. The power of the collection is that each place, tenderly and sensitively offered to the reader, prompts a journey of discovery, to places unknown and as yet undiscovered. Emanating from a deep reservoir of physical and emotional experience, Stuart’s poems are a true gift.”
–Edward J. Thompson, Co-Founder, Energeia Partnership and Vice President for Advancement, Molloy College
"When I first heard Stuart P. Radowitz read his poems, I was twenty-one years old. That night, I knew that if he published a book, I would want to read it. We all know that good poets get better over time – with wisdom, life experience, and careful attention to language. These poems speak the language of the heart with great fluency. This is the book I was waiting for all these years."
–Diane Frank, Author of While Listening to the Enigma Variations
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