He was predeceased by his father Harry and mother Carmela. Survived by his sisters Harriet and Lorraine, nephews, nieces and great nephews.
Richard was a Merchant seaman, hippie, jack of all trades, author and musician.
Serious, playful, funny, loving, demanding and easy going. It is not easy to identify him with words.
So in his own words as he described his poetry, I think he describes himself: "The Poet is a Seer or the Medium at a séance wrenching visions from the unthinkable phantasmagoria of the Unconscious...questioning the Dead of their special knowledge...to hold you breathless at the brink...the true Poet is not here to entertain, but to destroy the counterfeit and supplant it with the Real. My poetry is created (ideally) not to merely sing of experience, but to hymn it. To grant it be part of angelic and diabolic choirs equally. And in this way to find, at last and finally, justification to exist in all worlds and all times. To be understood, and to move the denizens of Palaces and leper colonies. Paradises lost and found… "
He was one of a kind, and he will be missed and always loved.
