October 29, 2011

Yountakah Country, a Poetic View of Nutley

YOUNTAKAK COUNTRY
A Poetic View of Nutley Old and New
By Anthony Buccino

Local writer takes some history, some folk lore and some current news and mixes them together in this humorous and thoughtful collection of verse about the little town in north eastern Essex County. On these pages, Anthony Buccino brings together the Lenni Lenape, Annie Oakley and pizza wars.

Over The Back Fence
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October 19, 2011

CANNED booted, bumped, down-sized, fired

CANNED Booted, bumped, down-sized, fired, forced out, hated,
CANNED Booted, bumped, down-sized, fired, forced out, hated, hired, jobless, laid off, let go, out of work, out-sourced, pink-slipped, terminated, sacked, unemployed

By Anthony Buccino
The hard-hitting truth about being out of work, the strains that tag along and the sinking boat you feel you're riding in. This collection deals with a difficult subject in a very real way. It's strength is its realness and that is also its greatest weakness. It's not for the faint of heart. A must-have for anyone who deals in human resources, personnel, recruitment, job placement, or has been fired, laid-off and is out of work.



October 12, 2011

Sixteen Inches on Center


October 5, 2011

Retrieving Labrador Days, dog tales in prose and verse



Stories about each of his three Labrador retrievers and some of the other dogs and people whose lives they touched.
By Anthony Buccino

Shaggy dogs, mutts, mongrels, three Labrador retrieves and a pet rabbit inspire the stories and poems in this collection. Pets of one kind or another have share the past six decades of the author's life, and here are some stories that will make you laugh out loud, and others that remind you of escapades and exasperation you've been through with your own pets. 

 Local Author Writes About Menagerie of Pets


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September 28, 2011

American Boy, Pushing Sixty

AMERICAN BOY: Pushing Sixty
About life and growing up in New Jersey in the 1950s,1960s, and 1970s, and growing older in the 1980s, 1990s and the oughts.
By Anthony Buccino

September 21, 2011

Voices on the Bus


by Anthony Buccino
Verse  about commuting in Northern New Jersey.

Feel the rhythm of the rails as you travel the last days of the Newark City Subway, or the PATH, and be relieved you are not present to hear the Preacher Man or Mr. Tourette's but do listen for the noise above the hum of the wheels and turn your ear to the voices on the bus, train or standing nearby on the platform.

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September 14, 2011

One Morning in Jersey City


Verse written along the Hudson River in Jersey City, N.J.
By Anthony Buccino

You can hear a lot by looking around. Sometimes, standing along the Hudson River shoreline, you can dream of the freedom in the sailing beauty slipping through the waves, or question the signals proffered by a hungry seagull, or ponder why the pigeons follow you. Or you could sit ever so still and listen to the clatter of heels on the tile as the cigarette mafia heads outside for fresh air. 

You probably don't think of this as a 9/11 book, most readers don't, but that's what it is. In 1999, divine providence put me in a job on the eighth floor of a building directly across the Hudson River from lower Manhattan and the Twin Towers.
For the next ten years I saw Jersey City's building boom and strolled along the Riverwalk with Manhattan just a glance away. I could walk out on a pier and look north to the Washington Bridge and south to the Verrazano Bridge all the while soaking up the ambiance of city life in the shadow of a big city across the way.
And so, this book that resulted in 2008 is a bit of before, some every day life, and some after. Just thought you might like to know that.



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December 1, 2010

RITUAL (second tier decorations)


In the cold attic they wait.
The heat of summer long gone,
the chill of December wheezing through
eave vents, we pull down drop-stairs
and peer into the darkness above.
Flip the light, start shifting boxes
hand them down to the second floor.
Sort house decorations to the top of the stairs,
boxes of ornaments and tree lights
into the spare room.
Boxes done, light off, stairs up.

Begin the first floor boxes.
Sorting and primping.
The singing mouse goes on the TV.
The snowman collection to the mantel.
The Santa collectibles to the breakfront.
The mistletoe to the doorway, and the wire mesh basket
to the finishing nail on the back of the front door
to await Christmas cards that will overflow.
The tree light box decorations to the end of the sofa
next to the three-foot stuffed Santa.
Another Santa sits on the stairs awaiting cover of darkness
to trip someone. (Usually me.)

And on and on it goes for hours
until all the good decorations
are out and the second tier decorations
are back in their boxes, the boxes that go
up to the attic to await the passing
of the holiday when all the ornaments
will be together again in the silent darkness
of our attic.

-- Copyright © 2010 by Anthony Buccino, all rights reserved. Photos and content may not be used without written permission.

BTW - That chemistry set in the back never did come to anything good except in the decision not to pursue the sciences...
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