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Tag Archives: grief
All I have are words — egg shells & feathers, hollow bones, empty nests — to give you, numbingly, the endless iconography, litany/liturgy of love & loss, sad little hellish dreamworld I less inhabit than wear around me tight as … Continue reading
Swimming in the grief pools behind his almond-shaped eyes he hears, faintly at first, how Terror transmutes into joy like a nightflower unfolding to the first touch of dawnlight. His own voice joins the chorus (joy, beautiful spark of the … Continue reading
A poem for Tracy K. Smith Posted on September 3, 2012 by Ray Sharp What does the storm set free? Spirits stripped of flesh on their slow walk. — “The Speed of Belief,” from Life on Mars, by Tracy … Continue reading
It is raining hard now, splattering down, bubbling out of brown dirt into runnels, roadside rivulets, meteorological grieving, worse than the time that someone left the cake out. Après nous le deluge.
…to be an occasional guest author on Mari Sanchez Cayuso’s amazing poetry/art blog StarsRainSunMoon. Today, read my poem tanka on Mari’s blog.
It starts with a funny story – we ate at the same Wednesday night veggie dinner at the same Hare Krishna ashram in Pacific Beach, I in 1979 and my old friend in ’81. The trick was to sidle in at 6:25, … Continue reading