Mark D. Falcone

BIO:
Mark Falcone was born and raised in South Philadelphia just a few city blocks from the Italian market. After graduating from high school, he obtained a B.A. in Philosophy from St. Norbert’s College, an M.A. in education from LaSalle University, Philadelphia, and a doctorate in Music Compilation from Combs College of Music, Philadelphia. He became an educator at the secondary school and college level. Residencies took him to Pennsylvania, Delaware, Maryland, and Wisconsin. Fiery-Mouthed Dragon (Dorrance & Co., 1975), was his first publication; since then his work has been included in numerous anthologies and other publications. His time is spent between working with and caring for his companion parrot Guido, composing music, and membership in the American Guild of Organists, the Wisconsin Cage Bird Club, and WFOP. 
 

PUBLICATIONS:
Angled Views: A Collection of Poetry by Members of the Penn. Poetry Society, 1990
National Poetry Anthology, Agoura, CA: National Poetry Press, 1978, 1979, 1980, 1981, 1982
Best-Loved Contemporary Poems, Sacramento, CA: World of Poetry Press
Daybreak, Del Mar, CA: Sothis and Co., 1979
Fragments, Wyomissing, PA: Potpourri International Press, 1979
Cornucopia, San Francisco, CA: Contemporary Literature Press, 1978
New Island Anthology, Freeport, NY: Literati Press, 1978
Ever, Never, and Sometimes, Whittier, CA: Palomar Publishing Co., 1978
There I Was, Wyomissing, PA: Potpourri International Press, 1978
Long Live the Sonnet, Murfreesboro, NC: New Earth Review Publications, 1977
Stepping Stones: A Collection of Modern Poetry, Whittier, CA: Palomar Publishing Co., 1977
Flying Colors Anthology, San Francisco, CA: Flying Colors Publications, 1977
Flights of Fancy, Knoxville, TN: Lincoln Young Publications, 1977
To Banbury Cross and Back, Whittier, CA: Palomar Publishing Co., 1977

Poetry

Hurricane

Maddening sea
roughening wind
combined to show
nature's paranoid mind,
killing
uprooting
destroying.

Are you
the same gentle breeze
who,
yesterday
cooled my sweated brow
and softly dried
damp summer clothes?
Who gracefully whispered
into my ear?