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| ***BIO*** Charles P. Ries lives and writes in Milwaukee, Wisconsin. He has completed a novel based on memory titled, THE FATHERS WE FIND: The Making of a Humble, Pleasant Boy. His second book of poetry titled Monje Malo Speaks English was published in January 2003 by Foursep Publications. He is on the board of the Woodland Pattern Book Center in Milwaukee. His work was nominated for a 2003 Pushcart Prize by Anthology. Also in 2003 his poetry won top honors in the 30th Annual Mississippi Valley Poetry Contest and the 2nd Annual Milwaukee.Com Poetry Contest. His poems, poetry reviews and short stories have appeared in over seventy print and electronic publications. Some of these being: CLARK STREET REVIEW, FREE VERSE, STAPLEGUN PRESS, LATINO STUFF REVIEW, WORDRIOT, CIRCLE MAGAZINE, PEARL, PHILADELPHIA POETS, PIDJIN, THUNDER SANDWICH, WISCONSIN REVIEW, HALFDRUNK MUSE, REMARK, PITCHFORK and ZYGOTE IN MY COFFEE. He can be reached at charlesr@execpc.com or via www.bookthatpoet.com/poets/rieschar.html as well as www.pidjin.com/charles_ries.htm |
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| FLY OF INSPIRATION |
| by CHARLES P. RIES |
| Sometimes when I sit down to write I place my fingers just above the key board and let my mind expand beyond the confines of my head. It’s a little relaxation technique I do. I fill the whole house with my mind and invite those ‘things’ floating in the unseen to come visit. As I do this I can feel myself get a bit light headed. Then I remain still and wait. Like a frog on a lily pad scanning the sky for a fly to eat. And I wait. Sooner or later, I see or feel something as it comes in for a landing. I let it rest on my tongue as I try to figure out what it tastes like and feels like, and what it might become if I spend time with it. Usually it will tell me something about itself, but more often than not it remains a mystery until I follow it with my fingers. |