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...
by Jack Ramey | Jan 12, 2017 | Jack Ramey, plato, Poetry
[Poem] Look at the light beams pouring down from the sun:– slicing through morning fog and mist like a million surgeons’ carefully sharpened knives in a medieval cathedral of medicine, where patients wait patiently, supine on the mossy floor of love in the nave...
by Jack Ramey | Jan 6, 2017 | Jack Ramey, Poetry
[Poem] The world was made of black and white. Carnivore description bears their names written on the launching pad: David Ghost, Astronaut. Nathan Faltoon, pilot. Zackadu Monguenski, bombardier. They knew what they had to do and they did it all for the red, white, and...
by Jack Ramey | Nov 15, 2016 | Jack Ramey, Reviews
[Poem]Richard Riviere at a workshop in Israel.[/Poem] This month is Native American Heritage Month, but unfortunately, the study of Native American history is neglected in most schools. Our students are given a day off to celebrate Columbus, who never stepped foot in...
