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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

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Tequila

From Neil de Grass Tyson’s lecture, “Stupid Design”: “…and what’s this going on between the legs? It’s like an entertainment complex located inside a sewer system.” Some of the best things in life happen with your pants off, she said … Continue reading

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Moonlight Serenade*

Beauty makes me sad           Makes me grieve           I see what I must leave From “At Cross Purposes” By Samuel Menashe What plates a lustrous thing will tarnish. You were the silver moon, light of my night, beautiful and … Continue reading

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Menu

Yes, I am hungry. These are meals I would devour: Scrambled eggs with buttered whole wheat toast, ovum, milk and seed. All regrets, well chewed and swallowed and shat into a shallow hole dug with my trowel and covered with … Continue reading

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…for a strange poem that wants to be beautiful

These are notes for a strange poem that wants to be beautiful. It starts, you will not be surprised to learn, with the full moon behind broken backlit clouds, shining through in a pattern that reminds me of the Crab … Continue reading

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Tumbledown

You are the famous cat rescuer. I am arching my back brushing tiptoed around your legs in figure eights suggesting infinity. The most dangerous place for underfoot entanglements is the top of the stairs where open bedrooms appear in full- … Continue reading

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when we hear stars

when we hear stars we think backlit pinholes on black velvet and we wonder what lies beyond the smooth surface of the finite expanding universe other nights we think star wombs pregnant with iron giving birth to planet children like … Continue reading

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