R.E. Ray : Writing

Buried Under The Numbers

Buried Under The Numbers

A Poem by R.E. Ray


Based on a true story.
Red Tape

Red Tape

A Poem by R.E. Ray


Red Tape I was looking for tax returns in the closet. I found my old Emerson book, my old wallet this old picture, this piece of red rib..
Cattle Hauling

Cattle Hauling

A Poem by R.E. Ray


Cattle HaulingI drive the same highwaynorth, then back south, end of the day.I see sheep, sheared, turned rightclustered, scared and whiteand donkey..
Blackberry-Picking (after Seamus Heaney)

Blackberry-Picking (after Seamus Heaney)

A Poem by R.E. Ray


Blackberry-Pickingafter Seamus HeaneyAfter is seldom as good as before,Except the second time you have sex,The second two-fingers of whiskey, The las..
The Shrill

The Shrill

A Poem by R.E. Ray


The Shrill Back then, middle school started in late August. We dreaded the six-hour wood chairs, the shriek Of her chalk, His monochro..
Layers and Layers of Yarn

Layers and Layers of Yarn

A Poem by R.E. Ray


Layers and Layers of Yarn Have you ever seen how a baseball is made how the nameless, calloused woman wraps layers and layers and laye..
Fried Pickles

Fried Pickles

A Poem by R.E. Ray


Fried Pickles I was about to surprise you with pickles, the full jar of dill spears in the fridge, until I spotted the cottony fuzz ..
Shakespeare’s Boutique

Shakespeare’s Boutique

A Poem by R.E. Ray


Shakespeare’s Boutique From the sidewalk bench, bluebirds at my feet, I watched you and him through the tinted glass. I wandered..
Tailgating

Tailgating

A Poem by R.E. Ray


Tailgating I see you every day driving up & down your dead-end road and around town finger-drawn smiley faces on the windows ..
The Last Frogman

The Last Frogman

A Poem by R.E. Ray


The Last FrogmanI met a frogman emeritus on a bar stool, months after we smoked fat Cubans and emptied a barrel of whiskey on a city beach. He alway..

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