Home Works Bio Articles Events Contact |  | Memories Served Here In this her first book, Jo demonstrates her freedom from conformity and draws the reader into her world. With memories and observations from her life, Jo hopes that her poems evoke memories or maybe a smile or two from her readers. Communion Day - From Book 1 hated everything that day even Mama I wished for a crown she chose a veil it kept slipping over my eyes I longed for a lace dress she made an oversized tutu I wanted ruffled ankle socks the nuns ordered white stockings I favored shiny Mary Janes my shoes were plain pumps the bouquet of peonies smelled like cat's urine I look at the photo taken that day joy on Mama's face agony on mine |  | Her Readers say: “An utterly delightful collection of poems. With the warmth simplicity and sense of humor most writers spend their lives trying to master. No adverbial hyperbole, no pretension, no obscurantism, no obtuse metaphor ... in short, simple revelations of a beautiful person and a beautiful life.” -- Marvin B. Levy, Wellington, Florida |  | Flowering in December Her second book, Flowering in December chronicles vignettes from Jo’s life and shows us what it means to love life and revel in the sights and sounds of everyday. Shed the Tank Suit - From Book 2 the unexpected feel of Neptune's caress arouses my senses soft wetness strokes my hair my skin my mortal part naked daughter of Oceanus revels in the haunting hum of the sea reluctant to surrender voluptuous sensations I surface dive again and again to savor once more this sensual pleasure | 
| Her Readers say: "The warmth and charm of her humor, adroit expression of her inner feelings and uncanny knack for drawing the reader in with an unpretentious, sincere style is delightful; Her poems are.....'Everyman's Poems'." -- Joan Franzone, Pine Plains, NY
"A whole book of poetry without a scintilla of pretension or obfuscation! Brilliant! " -- Marvin B. Levy, Wellington, Florida “Thanks so much for again sharing a book of your poems with me. While your descriptive verses paint vivid beautiful pictures, the ones that touch me the most are the ones where I can see your mother and the special bond between you. My eyes filled with tears, and that’s what poems should do.” -- Betty Reynolds, Deland, Florida |  | If There's Music I Dance Her third book continues to examine her life in a witty manner, which is both introspective and outgoing. She savors the sweet and rich taste of family joys and chooses to allow bitterness it’s time – but only that. Little Sister - From Book 3 you were always the brave one I was the fraidy-cat you were my escort to our back door when it turned dark if I needed to piddle in the night you flicked on the lights in our bedroom when Uncle Joe arrived with his black bag I ran and hid you stood your ground rolled up your sleeve ready for the needle
you told me you had cancer three months to live you stated the facts like a weather report when I am called please be there flick on the lights it might be dark I’ll be scared | 
| Her Readers say: "Your uncanny powers of observation and particularly your ability to express them in such a simple, unpretentious, yet genuinely poignant way...I thoroughly enjoyed the "dance"...thank you so much for including me in your dance card!" -- Marvin B. Levy, Wellington, Florida Jo has done it once more She enticed us right down to the core We cherished and sighed and sometimes we cried This poet is one we adore -- Limerick by Mimi Greenstein “I look forward to starting my day with your wonderful thoughts. You have brought me great joy.” -- Barbara Tyran |  | Book four in progress... That's Life - From Book 4 I grow old the house grows bigger I grow old memory grows dimmer I grow old life’s tide receding at times my mind is crispy clear at times it decides to relax at times my psyche dwells in paradise at times it goes to hell some days I’m an eagle in flight some days I’m a wingless bird some days I’m Clarabell the clown some days I play il pagliaccio I’m up – I’m down I’m under – I’m out I’m here –I’m there I'll take it | | | | | |