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Your Hands

Posted on October 19, 2016 by Ray Sharp

Your hands were the tools of my doing and undoing. Articulate thumbs met finger tips in signs of approbation or reproach. Things that were grasped or not. Hammers that pound in nails and claw them out. Shovels that dig holes … Continue reading →

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lacandones

Posted on September 12, 2016 by Ray Sharp

we met on the far shore of dreams where a ghost tribe clothed in white tunics lived in the shelter of a sunless forest amid ferns and rotting logs and rolling swells of murmur fog, hypnotic, with no boats and … Continue reading →

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Les Jambes

Posted on April 30, 2013 by Ray Sharp

I wish I could simply eat my memories like strawberries, until you were gone. Or brush my teeth with forgetting powder that could polish away the last year. Or order a double whiskey of not caring on the rocks of … Continue reading →

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The Weather Channel

Posted on August 29, 2012 by Ray Sharp

I am watching the hurricane with a voyeur’s fascination.           Landfall! Levees overtopped!           Men in blue raincoats gripping fire hydrants! When the winds squeeze between buildings you get what’s called the Venturi Effect.           You said you had really … Continue reading →

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