Monthly Archives: August 2013

8/31/2013- Just Weary

My life has always felt on the edge of being too much to bear, but I always bore it. Now, I am feeling too old, too tired, too finally depleted. I claim no ache to be eternal; how weary to … Continue reading

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Prophecy

Prophecy- by Ray Weaver Learn to spit upon the floor like the cheapest common whore; There are no castles any more; The Huns, the huns, are at the door. Barbarians now take their chance, Guns, as pricks, in baggy pants- … Continue reading

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A Lover’s Questions

A Lover’s Questions Does the sun need a ticket to ride high in the sky? Should a rose fade and never know why? Is the moon jealous of her face in the pond? Could I love you more than today … Continue reading

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FEB. 15- Balmoral

Feb. 16, 2012- Balmoral There are nights when the trees Drip moonlight I am told; I have not seen them. You need to be armed with patience. You need silence as a companion In the mid-morning hours, And hot coffee, … Continue reading

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Leafing Through My Past

Leafing Through My Past a first draft by Raymond Weaver Sitting turning pages, leafing through my past, Wondering at this face here, that line there, Remembering what I’ve forgotten or denied. Wondering at this face, that line, etched and pasted … Continue reading

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Quoting Adrienne Rich

Quoting Adrienne Rich Notebooks on Poetry and Politics: Chapeter III- What is Found There I saw, or thought I saw, that poetry has been held both indispensible and dangerous, one way or another, in every country but my own. The … Continue reading

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Lovers Came Too Easy

Lovers Came Too Easy Raymond Weaver- May 8, 1998 Lovers came too easy, then, in the days of my noon. Aphrodite’s favored child, arrogant as a peacock, I cared not for love as a field to be nurtured, only to … Continue reading

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