the poetry of Charles Fry

julian

1995–1994

careFree

the soft rain
descends to
rest lightly on
my peaceful soul
embracing my shoulders
and cleansing my feet
of the dust from the ground
which has gathered unnoticed

and I walk
down the street
through crystal puddles
which shatter with
each step
but rapidly reform
leaving no trace
of my
afternoon ramblings

Here's one for ya. go find yourself. late again skys passing wave raining clouds and offer healing sun où es-tu dim Mornings in the underground memories squirming on the bath room ceiling open the faces on the side walk pass me by life and living Song of Peace from Time the Mountain My Father so i painted a red cross on my chest my living eulogy my plastic house alone again frustrating the Song of my heart as it grows and changes In Dark Brick Dungeons clanteba mortillia Lonely is my call to this Omnipotent generation: friend (and, by now, even brother) my PCC Our Garden Cognoscente The Home careFree the Children full moon if I were a Painter For You Caterpillar March Prison As I Went Walking Norwegian Cockatrice Lampposts Departure or The Falling Apple Peace

the poetry of Charles Fry

belle

2007–2002

dada

2002–1999

sundance

1999–1997

frere

1997–1995

julian

1995–1994

stone

1994–1993

careFree