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Tag Archives: poetry
on the vine
Love on the Vine Posted on September 12, 2012 by Ray Sharp Extraordinary how warm it is tonight, a hot wind rattling the milkweed pods. It is poetry time, the words are blowing through me in late summer, late at night. … Continue reading
Entropy
An all-knowing god would see and hear every time I was thinking of you, And an omnipresent god would inhabit me, in, out, in, out, with every ragged breath, But there is no god for us, just the chaotic dispersion … Continue reading
La Llorona (the weeping woman)
Published in 2009, a spooky tale for Halloween. http://voxpoetica.com/contributor-series-2-candy-and-spirits-la-llorona-the-weeping-woman/
Reposted for Halloween
Halloween Posted on October 31, 2013 by Ray Sharp Winter night, cold and clear, pallid moon, a shining sphere, colder than a witch’s tit, exposed outside its black brassiere. The stars were bright, their frozen light illuminated the winter night, … Continue reading
Poet Business
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