Frank Gibson and Ray Sharp

Artist Frank Gibson


By Ray Sharp
Inspiration piece

I woke this morning from a dream

in which I was holding something round

in my palms, vague and undefined,

squeezing it into a small pill I could fit

on my tongue, but when I tried to swallow,

it expanded to its full size and stuck in my throat.

This pill is memory, I thought, something

I cannot swallow or toss away. As I drifted

back to sleep, I thought of yesterday’s walk

in the woods, how the red pines creaked

in the west wind and reminded me of hairs

stiff on the back of an angry dog’s neck,

and of the words I heard spoken – as a writer

I am often guilty of not knowing what to say.

Inspiration Piece


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