Arthur Di Tullio
Biography of Arthur Di Tullio
I was a poor street urchin who loved to play ball. I grew up near the old Philadelphia A's ball park (Sheibe Park) in the 50's. Married my childhood girl at nineteen-a big mistake, and had four beautiful kids.Divoced after twenty-eight years and re-married for seven.
I now have nine grandkids and life is great.
Iwas a sailor for three years, a Philly cop and detective for twelve, an Investigator for a prominent Philadelphia Plaintiff's firm for twenty.
I play piano, write poetry, paint and garden.
Just an ordinary guy who loves the written word.
Arthur Di Tullio Poems
Desert Blooms Not Meant To Be Flowers
There is a requiem in the desert where flags have no meaning, really where's god? when he's needed most i think Claude Rains is god
A lonely train on a lonely track the gray half living packed in stacks
A lonely train
on a lonely track
the gray half living
packed in stacks
the blue conductor
with half dreamed dreams
sways to rhythms
a rumbling glow worm
writhes throught the trees
with dying thoughts
much like these