A Few Ragged Words
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A Few Ragged Words - Marty Price
A Few Ragged Words:
Poems and Short Fiction
By Marty Price
Copyright © 2013 by Marty Price
All rights reserved. This book or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the publisher except for the use of brief quotations in a book review or scholarly journal.
First Printing: 2017
ISBN 978-1-387-87179-7
Windword Press
106 Dunbrook Dr.
Starkville, Mississippi 39759
Dedication
To Carolyn, Rob, Allison Levon, and Nessie
(the original dedication; Levon has since crossed the Rainbow Bridge, but that is okay; that is the cycle of life)
Contents
Poems
A Fable
Haiku (many)
Other Shorts
Other Poems
The Tarot as 78 Brief Poems
Prose
Infinity BookShoppe
The Road Back
Safe Passage
The Trailer Ghost
The Sauropod
Snow
Closing Poem: The Unkempt Spiral
A Fable
Once upon a time, in the tiny sphere of infinity humans call the Universe, all was dark.
That which was was not even aware of itself.
Then, behold, a tiny spark of light appeared – and another – and another – and finally millions or billions or numbers unknown.
The sparks, tiny and separate as they were, discovered themselves to be beyond huge in constituents.
The sparks, which we call Quasars, declared themselves White Holes and began emitting all the tiny constituents of the Universe.
The weighty of these children began spiraling around their mothers, turning into dust clouds and stars, and creating the pattern of Galaxies.
The energetic of these children voyaged outward, lighting the weighty children whenever they collided.
The weighty children learned how to create their own energetic children; they called themselves Stars as they lit the Universe.
Stars begat Planets.
On the Planets, weighty children called elements held hands to become molecules.
The Universe reveled in its growing complexity; Starlight danced in the molecules of the planetary gasses.
On many, many planets, creatures who called themselves life-forms danced in the light of their mother Star.
Within the Universe, each element danced on with the rhythm humans liken to a heart-beat.
In realms without and beyond, other hearts are likely beating.
Humans do not know; this Universe is far, far bigger than we can dream.
Yet we each dream our little part of it.
We live; we dance.
Some incorporeal part of each of us predates that first spark.
Some incorporeal part of each of us will survive the last spark, the moment when the Soul of this Universe chooses to live a new life.
And it will all be good, for there is always more to live and more to dream.
2010
Unkempt Sonnets
Gatherings
Gathering
Things we’ve lost:
Island colonies of dwarf wooly mammoths;
A thousand thousand diaries
And photographs of unknown people;
Most of the substance
Of every night of dreams;
Last week’s sunlight and yesterday’s stars.
I’ll put them all in a cardboard box,
A small one
-- No, a tiny one –
They won’t take up space
-- Being lost, you know.
3/16/2013
In Service to Words
Poets,
the young man claimed,
"Must be heartless as revolutionaries,
Slaying friends and building enemies
That Truth may be served."
When younger I cast words
Like poorly directed lightning bolts,
Imagining myself Prometheus
And aiming like Zeus on a three-day drunk.
I learned I was not heartless
For it was not my digestion
That flamed within my chest
And rose to redden my ears with shame.
Angry men,
I replied, "Both old and young,
Make poor poetry and evil politics."
7/5/2013
Books!!!
"I have too many books
That fail to move the mind,
Prick the conscience,
Let the soul take flight.
"I have too many books
That my students fail to read,
Or do not read deeply,
Or are afraid to cry over.
"I have too many books
That wait, unread,
Carrying dreams undreampt,
Leaving worlds untouched.
"I need more books,
I need so many more books."
7/27/2013
(It’s Just the) White Hair & Beard
After reading a suggestion that I
Am coming to look like Walt Whitman,
My first thought was better he than
St. Nicholas, who was de-sainted,
Though I suspect I am a very different
Leaf of grass, different root, other seed.
I am a tree-soul, loving countryside
And fearing city streets.
I suppose I might share soul-stuff
With Thoreau, but I rather think myself
Someone quietly forgotten many times over,
My heart and bones from some farmwife
As imagined by Thomas Gray, or, more likely,
From the tree who shaded his meditative form.
6-1-2013
The Road
The barefoot, ragged traveler,
His face lit as by a thousand suns,
Turned to me and explained,
"There is no road to Peace;
Peace is the road
-- Rutted, rocky and crossed
By more brambles than can be counted --
It is the only road worth walking."
I heard, though I found it hard
To listen amid the bombs
And the marching songs.
He forgot to mention the trees
Which shaded it, or the flowers,
Or the clear stream beside.
4/22/2013
50 Years of ‘Progress’
In my sometimes-hungry little industrial town
Bordering West Virginia’s northern mines,
I lived a perfectly idyllic childhood
Of bicycles and whiffle ball,
Safety and security unchallenged
As I lobbed coal slag into a blood-orange creek,
Breathed sometimes-polluted air,
And heard adults mention distant missiles.
Doors could be left unlocked – they were --
Bicycles remained where we parked them,
Shots were fired only in hunting season,
And only at squirrels and deer.
In this so much richer Brave New World
Our children shoot each other’s children.
7/20/2013
Building
One particular spring day in 1977,
I recall shoveling sand, ripping open
A 72-pound bag of mortar, adding water,
And having at it with a long-handled hoe
-- Sixteen times, for sixteen batches of ‘mud.’
By quitting time, my sweat-stained body
Sang an exhausted harmony – life was sweet.
Vikings, I’m told, imagined a heaven
Where they spend days swirling a battle-axe
The way I worked that hoe,
Carrying themselves to sweet fatigue
-- Forever safe from consequences.
My day had consequences -- the foundation
Of a house; I was not a gore-stained Sisyphus.
5/17/2013
August 28, 2013
While the nation celebrates with a sigh and a whimper
A universal retreat from the Promised Land,
I can chuckle over ‘black’ students paler than tanning-bed blondes,
I can smile at a partly South Asian ‘other’ plunging into
An extended in-class discussion of race and identity
With African-Americans and redheads
That swept across my ‘diversity’ literature unit, a flood-tide of welcome dreams.
I was a child when Dr. King spoke, never expecting
America white and black and brown and yellow and rainbow bold
Would climb the Mountain amid a stench
Of economic decay, xenophobic militarism,
And an all-too-justified fear of retribution for forgotten foreign crimes.
Yet, in the bright sun of a Mississippi university campus,
My students, some of them, live in the Promised Land.
8/18/2013
In (plain) Sight
My friends do not claim to hide in plain sight
As though they were praying mantises and pythons;
Neither do my enemies, if enemies I have,
For all they are accused of deception.
We lost that ability, said one who claimed to know,
When we became herders instead of hunters,
"Hiding from one’s own cows is a very bad thing,
And hiding from a cornfield is just useless."
I hide from my cows – regularly –
I practice and work very hard concealing
More parts of myself from myself
Than even I conceal from neighbors
As I carefully present left profile to one,
Right to another, full-frontal to none.
6-5/2013
Capitalism (Thy Name is Mammon)
I have, in distant days,
Seen the Promised Land,
Some mingled maze of
Illusions, good intentions,
And sparkly mottled sunlight.
Had my vision been dimmed