1963

i was peeking down the hall
from under my raincoat
all of us huddled on the floor
against the walls
when mrs. torsey caught me
from behind with a good pop to the skull
“keep that head down under your coat!
do you want to go blind? are you lame?
now duck and cover young man!”

they’d bombard us with misinformation
which sent our imaginations wild
we’d nearly wet ourselves in fear
but somehow
we knew we’d be safe
in our huddle
like hiding under mama’s skirt
our yellow slickers could hold off
russians and exploding mushrooms

     Between working at various vocations in Niagara Falls, New York including baker, sales manager, cheese packer, and printer, I've placed poems with numerous litmags, ezines, anthologies, and broadsheets. I co-founded Slipstream Magazine and Press in 1980 and have been a co-editor ever since.
     Lately, I have discovered that more and more of my hair appears to collect around the shower drain. Not a good omen.

other online publications:

Disquieting Muses:
• http://www.disquietingmuses.com/May00/sicoli1.html
• http://www.disquietingmuses.com/May00/sicoli2.html
Thunder Sandwich:
• http://www.thundersandwich.com/ts12/sicoli.html
Stirring:
• http://sundress.net/stirring/archives/v2e1/sicolid.htm