width=61 height=87> Voracious Verses
Winter / Spring 2013


Oliver Rice



Identification of molecular subsets.
One, the willing:
who keep faithfully to their duties.
Two, the negatively unwilling:
who slouch, malinger, moan and complain.
Three, the rebelliously unwilling:
who lunge, experiment, spare no pains.
Four, recourses.
© 2013 Oliver Rice


Speak, Then, With the Molecules

This logical person asserts that
appropriate questions provoke viable answers.
His name is Jerold.
He means to validate acuity.
Let us test him.
Now, Jerold, there she sits, after your tiff
seemingly engrossed in a magazine.
How do you read her silence? 
Is she making an announcement? 
Or interrogating you?
Now remember the storefront guru
you interviewed that time in Portland.
Sunyata, he intoned, the sacred emptiness.
Forget both mind and body.
Do not search beyond it.
Stop there near the entrance to the stadium,
and listen to the blind trumpet player.
Suppose he notices you, Jerold.
What is he declaring?
Or for what entreating?
Take off on a Sunday afternoon
with Harold in his little plane.
He circles your city, the countryside.
What are you caused to profess?
Or for what importune?

© 2013 Oliver Rice


Of Biorhythms, Of Dark Fables

It comes to her there on the terrace
among smart women just talking,
a piercing distant phrase
with no context.
an ardor seized at random,
comes to him there in geometry,
third period,
a sense for all his organs,
a fragment of soliloquy				
become for a moment his own,
who receives intimations of herself
in a room without decor,
of himself astray in Morocco or Peru,
who is gazed upon by gargoyles,
by a cat with pale blue eyes. 
© 2013 Oliver Rice


Oliver Rice’s poems appear widely in journals and anthologies in the United States and abroad. Creekwalker released an interview with him in January, 2010. His book of poems, On Consenting To Be a Man, is published by Cyberwit and available on Amazon. His online chapbook, Afterthoughts, Siestas, and his recording of his Institute for Higher Study appeared in Mudlark in December, 2010.

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