Dion Dimucci sings
“Why must I be a teenager in love?”
ignorant of the simple answer
because he is blessed
blessed with love in youth
the only time love can be so simple
and the reason we don’t sing
“Why do I hafta be middle-aged
and in love?”
is that we’re busy
and trying to keep our confusions
because we can’t let anyone know
we’re barely holding on
"oldies" is excerpted from "Threads, Knots, Scissors" which first appeared in my first master's thesis titled Lines of Separation August 13, 2000.
It later appeared in the chapbook Wedding Songs August 29, 2004.
Froggy saxophone in the night
laying hollow layers of mourning
on the aspirin-shrouded corpse
of a party.
first appeared in Star*Line V.15#3 for May/June 1992
collected in Olives: a Jar Full of Small Pokes October 20, 1995
reprinted in Micropoetry May 7, 2015
I rescued a friendly feral cat
and named her Petunia
she was a he
and people wondered
why I gave him away...
first appeared on Botaiku June 28, 2015
first appeared in The Oak v3#3 May 1993
collected in Olives October 20, 1995
reprinted in Images May 7, 2003
reprinted in Micropoetry July 22, 2015
big plans shrink to fit the
time left as practicality
a condensed version of this tanka appeared on Heart Soup Poems March 14, 2015
it appears in this form in 'Modern Poems of Pennsic'
another year brings
big plans, hard work, high hopes and
This haiku appears in 'Modern Poems of Pennsic'
the busy crowds pass
filled with old friends & lovers
distant but not gone
first appeared in the online version of Haiku Journal on April 10, 2015
reprinted in the print version of Haiku Journal #36 on April 14, 2015
collected in Modern Poems of Pennsic scheduled for July 19, 2015
of unforgiving parents
you asked little
After your parents cast you out from Olympus
and Athena spurned your love
you received a wife
sad side effect of your father’s hate.
Even then your constancy
a god of love.
A god of faith.
But your own love was unrewarded
with a most unfaithful wife
and even this you took
working at your forge
Of all the gods who filled Olympus
you were the most like man,
the most like me
And of all the Greek gods
whose stories have been told
it is easiest to believe
that YOU are the one still there
beneath Mt. Aetna, working in the flames
I hope so.
first appeared in Midnight Zoo v1#5 1991
intended as part of a future collection titled 'Letters to Olympus'
I searched a thousand poems I’d written
to find those that used the word chaste.
There were none...
first appeared on The Botaiku June 28, 2015
“under the gun” we say
to describe those times
of extreme pressure
so often soars
but when actually
staring down a muzzle
we are docile,
first appeared in Images May 2000