"Each place its own psyche./ Each sky its own blue."
David Abram


Editor of

The Beloit Poetry Journal

Recommended site: Poetry Daily


To order Lee's books:

Box of Roses


First Moments

Long Night Ahead: Poems and Art from the Line Club

To a Vanished World


Ms. Lee Sharkey

Lee's webpage

Lee Sharkey

How I Died

Earth's skin rose and fell before me.
All is change, the ocean whispered,
sucking back to bare its bones,
filling the bowl again.
I said, So much unsettled
and set out to wander
the back roads of psyche,
tenements of memory,
translating a work
whose form was as large as its contents.
My arms weakened, shoulders melted,
feet grew distant,
I resumed flying low over town.
Then--only my heartstrings,
radiant consciousness all I could bear.