three monostichs by Jay Ramson

Prehistoric love:

Her body never met itself in a mirror, but she would catch its contours reflected in her lover’s eyes.


The campfire:

Our story blazes in the fire-lit grins of boys with teeth as white as moon.


A philosophy of flesh:

This, you say, is all there is – the certainty of flesh; the slow measure of bone on bone.



Jay Ramson has been hiding poems under her bed for years and has finally decided to show them the light of day.  Her new poetry blog is

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