Sharon Webster
169 Park St
Burlington, VT 05401
ph: 802-863-5217
poems
March, 2019
Click here to hear my POETRY READING
with Dave Cavanagh and Steven Smith at MALVERN BOOKS, Austin, Texas
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Click here to hear my POETRY READING MARCH 4, 2018
with Steven Smith and David Cavanagh at MALVERN BOOKS in Austin, Texas.
613 W. 29th St
Austin, TX 78705
512-322-2097
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Click HERE to hear Ross Cagenello interview me as part of the Fomite Author Spotlight series. We talk about my history as an artist-poet studying in Canada, the connection between pierogies and cabaret, and poetry as loaded code & shorthand Thank you, Ross! It was fun.
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BUY Everyone Lives Here HERE
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Poems on the theme of hands in Five:2:One HERE
Nov. 9, 2016
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- Sharon reading "What Dirt Smells Like"
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AT THE STUDIO
She decided that when she got there
she would be okay. Like a place
could do that: Like
a place could rearrange her
for her. She
came for the time.
She came for the backdrop, the backtrack, the endrun, the redress,
the sideways.
And she came to watch. She came for the time to watch.
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I’m down here
where nothing is lonely. I’m down
here where
all is forgiven. I’m down here
where everything is given
a theme-
song and a rhythm,
a lean
letter-
opener, a narrow
blade of licorice
a choice.
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IN THE DREAM
I.
In the dream it was a totem pole.
In the dream there was more than one.
In the dream we were working together.
II.
In the dream it was stubborn.
In the dream it resisted
completion; it wanted to be a clothes rack
or a croquet mallet.
In the dream it would not be built.
III.
In the dream it was a penis.
In the dream it was strapped to my waist
or surgically attached.
n the dream it was a soft nozzle,
a nose. In the dream
it could smell me.
IV.
In the dream it was a dance.
It was a dance I invented
and it moved both ways.
In the dream I leaned
into them both
and fell.
In the dream I filled.
In the dream I was a pattern.
I repeated and grew.
V.
In the dream I was walking
toward the totem, the penis,
the dance. In the dream
I was carrying it off.
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WHAT DIRT SMELLS LIKE:
deep thunder, layers
of mink
stole, chocolate
cake, crumbled
trees, human
blood, one-third
of your life, the opposite
of sky, sleep’s
thirsty floor,
silver and
worms
working it under,
under and in-
side and out, a bed.
Chapbooks of poetry for sale
are $5.00, no shipping fee.
"This Way," 2008,
"The Door," 1995,
"Everyone Lives Here, prototype" 1992,
"Not That Fastened," 1989,
"This Fragrance Too," 1988, &
"Ways Around," 1986
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"Mother Light" mixed media from
STAIRS FOR HEAVEN AND EARTH
Copyright Sharon Webster. All rights reserved.
169 Park St
Burlington, VT 05401
ph: 802-863-5217