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Charles P. Ries lives in Milwaukee,
Wisconsin. His narrative poems, short
stories, interviews and poetry reviews have
appeared in over two hundred print and
electronic publications. He has received four
Pushcart Prize nominations for his writing.
He is the author of THE FATHERS WE FIND,
a novel based on memory and five books of
poetry — the most recent entitled, The Last
Time which was released by The Moon Press
& Publishing. He is the poetry editor for
Word Riot (www.wordriot.org). He is on the
board of the Woodland Pattern Bookstore
(www.woodlandpattern.org) and a member of
the Wisconsin Poet Laureate Commission.
But mostly the is a founding member of the
Lake Shore Surf Club, the oldest fresh water
surfing club on the Great Lakes (http://www.
visitsheboygan.com/dairyland/). You may find
additional samples of his work by going to:
http://www.literati.net/Ries/
Wisconsin. His narrative poems, short
stories, interviews and poetry reviews have
appeared in over two hundred print and
electronic publications. He has received four
Pushcart Prize nominations for his writing.
He is the author of THE FATHERS WE FIND,
a novel based on memory and five books of
poetry — the most recent entitled, The Last
Time which was released by The Moon Press
& Publishing. He is the poetry editor for
Word Riot (www.wordriot.org). He is on the
board of the Woodland Pattern Bookstore
(www.woodlandpattern.org) and a member of
the Wisconsin Poet Laureate Commission.
But mostly the is a founding member of the
Lake Shore Surf Club, the oldest fresh water
surfing club on the Great Lakes (http://www.
visitsheboygan.com/dairyland/). You may find
additional samples of his work by going to:
http://www.literati.net/Ries/
PICKLED
I stopped drinking and we lost the shared illusion
of revealing deep truths and personal mysteries.
Clarity was always brighter, happier - buzzed.
When he lost his job he fell out of recovery and
started drinking again. Racing with renewed vigor
to keep his perfect world intoxicated.
Burdened with loss, confusion and a life in alcohol
he shoved a 12 gauge shot gun in his mouth a few
days
before Christmas and blew a mosaic of memories over
the ceiling of his garage, the Mercedes, and his
precious things.
Tall, good looking, well read. Great wife, two nice
kids,
$750,000 a year job, loved Neil Young and Nabokov.
Godfather to my daughter. Best man in my
wedding.
The fish bowl broke; and life finally sucked him down
its
rat hole. A sweet fragile soul made arid by extra
dry martinis,
good wine, single malt whiskeys. Blending him, then
sending
him out and on the rocks.
I stopped drinking and we lost the shared illusion
of revealing deep truths and personal mysteries.
Clarity was always brighter, happier - buzzed.
When he lost his job he fell out of recovery and
started drinking again. Racing with renewed vigor
to keep his perfect world intoxicated.
Burdened with loss, confusion and a life in alcohol
he shoved a 12 gauge shot gun in his mouth a few
days
before Christmas and blew a mosaic of memories over
the ceiling of his garage, the Mercedes, and his
precious things.
Tall, good looking, well read. Great wife, two nice
kids,
$750,000 a year job, loved Neil Young and Nabokov.
Godfather to my daughter. Best man in my
wedding.
The fish bowl broke; and life finally sucked him down
its
rat hole. A sweet fragile soul made arid by extra
dry martinis,
good wine, single malt whiskeys. Blending him, then
sending
him out and on the rocks.
Charles P. Ries
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