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know I missed my chance to bring the virtual record of my uncle who was the one person who believed I would live on Luna. I think he would understand that a computer was not needed to bring him here. first published in Scifaikuest print edition February 2017 (v14#3)
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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 to ourselves 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 before discovering she was a he and people wondered why I gave him away... first appeared on Botaiku June 28, 2015 deciduous forests
slowly reclaim asphalt plains 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 Pennsic
approaches and big plans shrink to fit the time left as practicality wins out 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 great expectations 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 Misformed son
of unforgiving parents you asked little received less. After your parents cast you out from Olympus and Athena spurned your love you received a wife Aphrodite, sad side effect of your father’s hate. Even then your constancy fathered Eros a god of love. A god of faith. But your own love was unrewarded with a most unfaithful wife and even this you took without retribution working at your forge creating. Building. Of all the gods who filled Olympus you were the most like man, the most like me imperfect a worker a lover a survivor 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 surviving even now. 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 |
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