When We Hear Stars - A Poem by Ray Sharp
Simulacrum of a Tree - A Poem by Ray Sharp
CARBON CYCLE by Ray Sharp About the things we burned. The leaves we gathered so many brittle memories raked into poem piles we lit and oh how they caught and burned signal fires on hilltops dispatches from the front lines... Continue Reading →
HERONESQUE by Ray Sharp We live in the one inch margins and walk the water’s edge exchanging private iconographies that fly ahead on our approach like great birds with crook’d necks bent to the invisible weights that shape their silhouettes... Continue Reading →
Indian Cemetery, Madeline Island Wisconsin by Ray Sharp The little church by the south harbor is long gone, but a few graves remain in the weeds under the old maple tree. You can make out some names on cracked and... Continue Reading →
First Snow By Ray Sharp The dogs and I venture into an alien landscape, Lapland, Siberia, the Martian surface, new snow like frozen ashes, like dead skin flaking from the god of all things too cold and forbidding. Those twenty... Continue Reading →
Poetry Breakfast 