Marty grew up in what was then called The West Bronx. He claims to be 123 years old, says he’s always been that age. He had some poems (“pieces” he calls them) published around 1970 in THE WILLY, perhaps the best San Francisco mimeographed magazine of that golden age of mimeos. He wrote only sporadically for decades afterwards, choosing instead to expend and replenish his energies teaching young people in several different schools, mostly in Manhattan. In the last four years he’s gone back to writing. This book contains short prose “pieces” in a variety of styles and forms. A book of Marty’s “pieces” mostly in verse, PERHAPS A RIDDLE, has also been published. In the near future, there will be a book containing several of his one-act plays as well as another book of verse and prose, titled OBLIVIOUS TO SHAPES. Marty is no longer teaching. In addition to writing and reading and spending time with friends, he now hangs out in coffee shops and parks where he passively/actively observes the comings and goings of strangers, many of whom appear in his writings.