Sharon Ackerman

  • Shadows

    His light bulb dims,
    and it’s dark enough
    for shadows revealed.
    A surprise every time.

    Strangers rush from nothing
    to a glittering blue pool.

    Ships resemble chess pieces
    from the mist of a b […]

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    He looked small, curled up on her couch
    this handsome boy/man
    not looking at her
    picking his fingernails
    jiggling his foot
    a whisper of a beard on his face
    he was silent
    she waited
    he cleared his […]

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    Bukowski talked about it, the one he threw
    through the window each drunken night
    and it still played, a radio indestructible
    with songs that couldn’t help but bead
    against my forehead. I think of Jo […]

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    The garden bridge, a subtle arc
    that gathers to its bend
    the mossy stones of either bank,
    and to the water lends

    a stagnant symmetry: the dark
    tunnel above, the sky
    afloat below. A tranquil […]

  • Swimming Again to Meet You,
    along some enclosed lane where I pass you
    swimming in the other direction.

    Decades, I swam into changing light
    that guided me to temporary rest—

    So I begin again—

    the lon […]

  • My summer reading list (and Spring) centers around the writings of Thomas Merton. After sifting through his prose and poetry I think the most amazing thing about him is how many people lay claim to him and find a […]

  • Solvitur Ambulando—a Latin phrase meaning “it is solved by walking”—is credited to the philosopher Diogenes in the fourth century BCE. He uttered this phrase when presented with a difficult metaphysical questio […]

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