Tag Archives: stars

junebugs (2013)

last year we walked across the starfields of fireflies flaring like love that burns behind closed eyes after light has faded now it’s the droning roar of cicadas that wait 17 years to make love i’d rather disappear alone into … Continue reading

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Freude, schöner Götterfunken*

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

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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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Love in Its Lonely Diffusion

Loneliness is a cold, dark planet. We are isolated by time and distance across the soundless vacuum of space where warmth and light are diffuse, their intensities inversely proportionate to the square of the distance from the source of absolute … Continue reading

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This Poem

This poem is not of the salon, it is found across the icy stream. Throw your hands around my neck and let me carry you across. This poem grows in the low heather and huckleberries along the path to the tarn above the … Continue reading

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Fathers Two

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

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immolations

flags snap prayers into the blue above stone cold ash smudge shadows *     *     * my mind grinds like the wheel slowly turning the star field *     *     * I want to fly — a sky cinder I want to … Continue reading

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