Russell Ragsdale


distant sex spots me
angles in
i am so superficial
i look at your soft full lips
knowing nothing in exchange
for the gift of your laughter
inside me
responding to your sound
with a deep pause
in anticipation
numb and tense

hallways follow me
as i leave
they have a sense of undoing
that i have been led
to the wrong place
and no door here
will ever open

i feel always
a moment away
from the parade
if i had the key
one of these doors
would open
to trumpets and trombones
laughter loud and long

you get down on your knees
i beg you not to
but you do it anyway
i am a heart throb away
from the electric chair
for my sins
seconds tingle like an itch

on the street again
i can’t find my breath
or my car
i walk for a bit
and everything dulls down
like a frame around a picture

russell ragsdale

Russell Ragsdale lived in the Republic of Kazakhstan from 1992-2015.  Because he lived in the former lands of Russia so long, you will find his books on Amazon listed among the top 100 books of Russian poetry. He speaks Russian and English and stumbles about in French and Spanish. He is a contemporary poet and has been writing since the 1960’s when he attended Whittier High and then the University of Arizona. He taught English at KIMEP University for seven years and can’t seem to figure out he has retired. Before that he was an executive chef and a retail meat cutter. Now he often wanders the streets up in Montmartre where he is looking for an apartment (he considers himself a part-time Parisian). In his strange life he has acted, sung, written for a newspaper, been part of a TV show and taught.  Still he is pretty much just an ordinary working guy that has been afflicted with wanderlust and a love for words!  He currently has two books published: Book of Aliases and Fireflies and Dragon Scales. He may be contacted through his website,