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From the Mayan creation story in the Popol Vuh, the first people were made of earth and mud, but they dissolved in water. The second people were made of wood, but they lacked mind and spirit. Then the animals gathered … Continue reading
Mars Poetica Posted on August 27, 2010 by Ray Sharp Howling at the moon is a poem pure. Scratching pencil to paper is another way, better than solving the crossword after a glass of red wine which is just the … Continue reading
Haiku 13.11 (Wolf Moon) Posted on January 28, 2013 by Ray Sharp Wolf tracks through deep snow follow the old cow moose down in gullied moonglow
Turning the layers, looking for clues In the archives, for repeated words Rolled between fingers and thumbs like worry beads, like phrases From dead languages recited until They become a kind of secret prayer, Then lo and behold I find these … Continue reading
Abalone, coastal fog, talk of tides. What is life but a rusty crab pot and a hundred poems unwritten? Told, untold, fold, unfold, like breathing. Open, close, like a book of souls.
It may have been Henry, or Gary, or Wendell, who said when you split firewood it warms you twice. And I once wrote a poem titled Twice Burned, a very different story. Sometimes you live it once, then again on … Continue reading