""They're complex,
these things we
build our hearts around.""
Times change. People change. Places change. The good and the bad
comes and goes. We move in circles; we move in lines; we move in
slow motion. The more things change, the more they remain the same.
But one thing remains constant through all of time and place:
Love.
This book is a meditation on the ebb and flow of love in these
changing times. The screw-ups, suck-ups, epiphanies, black holes,
celestial awakenings, and confusions of the thing considered
mystical to some, and impossible to others. Told from the
perspective of a middle-aged lover-in-training, these poems have
all the joy, all the pain, and all the wonder, but resonate through
eyes that have traveled a few miles down that sometimes-lonesome
highway of romance.
A book of meaning, wonder, laughter, and tears that women will
adore... but don't be fooled, men, because you'll root for it, too
While the women are smiling in romantic bliss, you men will be
wondering where this "guidebook" has been all your lives. Romance
is not dead Knuckleheads still abound Love, sweet love is still the
kindest medicine of them all.
It takes an experienced traveler to understand what to make of
love. Charles P. Ries is guide, guru, therapist, participant, and
equal-opportunity opportunist, as well as the blind leading the
lost. Yet, through it all, his true north remains "love," and his
destination remains this singular realization of what it is to be
fully alive and human.
Sample:
"Influences of Light"
It happens each early summer.
She backs off her anti-depressants,
thinking more UV rays can substitute
for her drugs. She comes out swinging,
determined to reclaim what is
rightfully hers.
For a day or a week, she's a warrior
but quickly fades into a humble,
tumble, pile of bewilderment. (It's
hard to sustain determination on
just sunlight. Warmth alone isn't
enough to help you think straight.)
Following her short freedom flight,
she becomes earthbound, a cloud
that hovers low against a county trunk
road- a vaporous curtain that flattens
and abducts you.
But you drive on, and eventually pass
through it, through her. And bring her to
a small hill where you ask her to look
a great distance and remember tomorrow
or yesterday or her true nature with the ease
of her winter-fresh mind.
Readers say:
"In this book, Ries successfully turns trope into transcendence. As
he debunks the mythology of Cupid with deft humor and insight, Ries
simultaneously invokes the nine muses, morphing himself into a
modern-day Cyrano de Bergerac, an inimitable inamorato brimming
with Bodhisattva wit and Casanova charm. Forget all you know about
Venus and Mars Here, you'll find eros, phileo, and agape kindled in
brilliant coalescence, ready for the reverential caress of your
mind's naked eye. Make no mistake, these are poems you'll want to
know by heart." -Charles Nevsimal, Editor/Publisher at Centennial
Press
"Ries' poems reveal a certain vulnerability as he reflects on his
relationships. These poems are written beautifully and have such a
unique and quiet voice to them. His search to have the mystery of
love answered, is answered. This book is meaningful, sad, witty,
intimate, delicate, and extraordinarily good. These poems read like
little elegies full of heart. An honesty we all crave." -Gloria
Mindock, Editor/Publisher at Cervena Barva Press
More:
Thank you for taking a chance on Alternating Current. All of our
authors receive royalties, and your purchase supports this author
directly. To learn more, visit our website:
alternatingcurrentarts.blogspot.com.
If you liked this book, please also check out Ries' book, The
Fathers We Find: amzn.co
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