by Jack Ramey | Oct 28, 2017 | Jack Ramey, Poetry
[Poem] The caper always goes wrong. Some dope makes a stupid move Like shooting the cashier or a copper Or someone gets the shakes And talks too much or Someone doesn’t move at all and staring Into the abyss he inadvertently Screws the pooch Or someone moves...
by Jack Ramey | Jul 1, 2017 | Art, Jack Ramey, plato, Poetry
[Poem] The skin that hangs from this skeleton is cloud stuff: tree limbs on a hilltop seen from a moving vehicle – ineluctable like foxfire in nightwind, vanishing within seconds after sight. The tegument between these bones feels right; tightened to keep me strung...
by Jack Ramey | Mar 21, 2017 | Jack Ramey, Poetry, Uncategorized
[Poem] After winter’s ragged grin, spring comes greening in with leaf-curling smiles of hope for new beginnings: delirious-wild-flowerings in the serious month of May and, in spite of Eliot’s cruelest month, crocus and Iris and lilac and clematis, jonquils and tulips...
by Jack Ramey | Mar 1, 2017 | Jack Ramey, Poetry
[Poem] March, that classical month, sits upon her pillars supported by the plinth of dying winter and yearning towards the moony start of spring. The first of the month that classical month where the fish still swims towards the ram and the longest day of the year...
by Jack Ramey | Feb 10, 2017 | Art, Jack Ramey, Poetry
[Poem] . . . . . . . . . Withered willows in the Fall . . . . . . . .. . whither go thy leaves? The layers of oversight have been changed. Bare ruined choirs stain the landscape dripping with rain in late November. The 21st century limited exists in tandem...
