by Jack Ramey | Jul 20, 2015 | Jack Ramey, Poetry
— Jack Ramey reads Wolfman. [Poem] No savage fit of barking Will bring back the kiss of Eurydice. Orpheus lies daggered in Mecca’s Hashish clouded streets And the calm dusty breasts of Helen No longer sweat for the heat of cold Paris. It is apparent...
by Jack Ramey | Jul 16, 2015 | Jack Ramey, Poetry
Jack Ramey reads All at Sea. [Poem] Camp Mingo Nirvana peek-show northeast ohio end-all-dreamy- thursday afternoons : it is sunny as the Lord’s Day & no kids play in the park but me & a lean stray cat who danced his paws on my stomach & circled my...
by Jack Ramey | Jun 14, 2015 | Jack Ramey, Poetry
—[Poem] Psychotic dogs bark at cold winter stars, chips of dead ice on the black painted canvas of night. They sense the distance. The distance between them and all other matter, the enormous space between all living things: atoms, planets, people, mountains,...
by Jack Ramey | Jun 11, 2015 | Jack Ramey, Poetry
… Jack Ramey reads Ghost Road. [Poem] These passengers are always with me On my journey down to the sea Where sailboats list and bob endlessly by the quay. I do not know them. They do not know me. We ride together on melting roads each day. Not speaking....
by Jack Ramey | May 30, 2015 | Jack Ramey, plato, Poetry
[Poem] On cracked ancient krater painted red, men black- bearded wrestle, hoist spear and penis or recline in drapery drinking wine from shallow cups restating thus this vessel’s earthly purpose. Keats’ purple bubbles winking at the brim and yes they are all fixed...
by Jack Ramey | May 28, 2015 | Jack Ramey, plato, Poetry
[Poem] The insubstantial beauty of smoke lilting upwards from an unseen stack on a clear winter morning, lifts the heart as briefly as it rises, and then fades away with the wind; attacks the senses with acute demand as sharp as battle lances brandished centuries ago...
