Tom J. Mariani
Biography of Tom J. Mariani
I was born in San Francisco and have lived in Northern California all my life. My first full-time job, while working my way through college, was as an apprentice pressman for the SF 'Chronicle/Examiner.' The first year I worked there,1966, 'The Sound of Music' won the Academy Award for Best Picture. However, a more accurate indication of coming attractions was that Janis Joplin had just come back to San Francisco from Texas to join Big Brother and the Holding Company and sing at the Avalon Ballroom. Looking back it seems that I missed most of the Summer of Love. I had no time to hang out in Golden Gate Park during the day, nor in the Haight at night. I was trying to earn enough to afford to work only part time during the college year.
After college, my day jobs for eighteen years were in bank management; first with Wells Fargo than a local bank in Santa Rosa.
What do I think are some of the other influences on my writing that you should be warned about? I am a fifth generation native Californian. I have a picture of my great-grandparents, the second generation, taken in 1907 aboard a six-horse team wagon loaded with tan bark for a leather tannery. He also hauled railroad ties to complete the line north of Willits into Southern Humboldt County, and drove a mail/stage coach. She raised their four daughters and ran their ranch on her family's homestead (see my poem 'It May Not Seem Fair') .
The rest of my life? You wouldn't believe it if I had the time to tell you.
I have had a few of my poems and prose essays published. ('North Bay Bohemian online 06-04-08 and 04-22-09 'OPEN MIC.') Two of my short stories ('A Short Leap' JULY 2008 AND 'Fragments of the News, ' JANUARY 2009 in somalit.com and one of my poems, 'What Stage Is He On? March 2009) Most of my poems are fictional constructs. Some are autobiographical: e.g.'DETOUR' and 'Learning To Run Errands.' The rest? It's up to you to figure out.
Tom J. Mariani's Works:
'Stopped In The Final Round' The TomCat 1992 Petaluma, CA
'First Leaves 2002' 62nd annual art and literary journal and First Leaves 2009', Board of Trustees Santa Rosa Junior College. Continent of Light. My irst chapbook, USED PENCILS.
Tom J. Mariani Poems
1968 Talking About The Revolution
I took off my glasses that I might see I took off my shoes that I might be
***05-09**symptoms Of Being A Poet
What does one do If one finds oneself Suffering the symptoms Of being a poet?
Dance, Dance, Dance, 'Til You Can Dance ...
As I drove 'cross town today To get my Holiday shopping under way With my car radio tuned in Classic Rock - - let the dance begin
**[revised 11-19-09] Getting Through Oct...
What was it about October That made us think Spring would not be coming back?
2008: Grandpa Will Never Be Asked To Hel...
Had the grandkids overnight Dinner baths and do homework Before TV - - - their Mom said Before TV
****12-10-09* Monepic Poetry
Oh No Sop Go
****03-21-2010*** Re Pope's Apology Lett...
2008: Held In Custody
copyright 04-21-08 for single-parent urban Moms Happy Mother's Day
****02-22-10****it Wasn'T About Singing ...
We wanted to watch Them sing and dance Yet no one would hire them Out of SF's Chinatown
***03-25=2010*** How In The Hell Are The...
I keep seeing people who should be dead They're not be in the morgue yet I don't see why What is keeping them moving breathing
***july 1 2009***giving His Boots A Rest
He is resting In a comfortable Library chair With his boots and jacket on His backpack is nearby
*** 08-25-09 ***the Kennedys - - - Myth ...
Ted Kennedy: February 22,1932 - August 25,2009 - - - 77 years Why we never had to Take him out
****02-22-10****it's Time To Empty The N...
'So what's there That's not right here? What's this about
**** U.S. Election 2008 - What As Suppo...
Don't get your hopes up There are hachets Buried barely below the surface We all know where they are
Not A Pretty Sight
A poem should be a pretty thing
Or that is what I once thought
Really a poem touches you
Where you are and where you are not
As there's different types of touching
There's different types of poems
Some metered some rhymed
Some just a cry