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| Book Data: Title: Odd Author: Charles P. Ries Genre: Poetry ISBN: 1-59889-320-3 Publisher: Pudding House, Ohio (www.puddinghouse.com) Date released: 2005 Book Size: 5.5 in x 8 in Book Format: paper back Book Binding: stapled Pages: 34 Price: $9 Shipping cost (1pc): $1.50 (within Ohio) $2 (other US states) Method of payment: Check or money order. Send your orders to: Charles P. Ries by email: charlesr@execpc.com |
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| Book Data: Title: The Last Time Author: Charles P. Ries Genre: Poetry ISBN: Publisher: The Moon, Arizona Date released: 2005 Book Size: 5.5 in x 8 in Book Format: paper back Book Binding: stapled Pages: 31 Price: $5 Shipping cost (1pc): $1.50 Within Arizona, $2 (other US states). Method of payment: Check or money order. Send your orders to: Charles P. Ries by email: charlesr@execpc.com |
The Last Time by Charles P. Ries |
| Sample Poem: What It Isn't by Charles P. Ries Source: The Last Time, p30 I used to think that love was the electrical charge that passed between the groins of strangers searching for perfect union. Later I thought love, mature love, was recognizing the abundance of space that circled one certain someone. And drowning in this tranquil proof of silence and rest. Still later, after my first divorce, I lowered my expectations, as expereince and life tends to make us do, and felt friendship was love's us do, and felt friendship was love's seed. If nurtured, it would ignite into passionate flames - maybe. After my second divorce, I wondered if it was only the brief predictable space between two lips two half opened eye lids. Just before day disrupts the clarity of the groggy. Now I realize how illusory and without definition love is Transparent, weightless out of time, unattainable. A sun that rises only to burn hope from hearts exhausted in the act of anticipation. --------------------------- Note: This poem is nominated Best Poem of Year 2005 for 2nd Muses Prize - Poetry. |
| Sample Poem: Reading Octavio Paz by Charles P. Ries Source: Odd, p.21 Mexican poets often leap from sidewalk to roof top. One foot on the earth and the other on a cloud of cotton candy. They gaze at death and see dancing skulls with smiles stretching as far and wide as the Milky Way. I close my eyes and see within myself a naked body sitting beneath a vast pecan tree. From its branches hang stars. This canopy of shade becomes my universe. Carlos blows into Olivia's ear a love whisper, sending a waterfall of kisses cascading out her mouth onto brown soil where white flowers erupt. A prisoner of my imagination, I turn to face myself and shout, "who's there?" The Mexican poets have impregnated my fiction with new possibilities. -------------------- Note: This poem is nominated Best Poem of Year 2005 for 2nd Muses Prize - Poetry. |