We woke dead, tired, the sliding barn doors of the firewood shed parted to wet spring air 12-inch stacked logs for the Buck Wood stove but hot smoke headaches in the log cabin shut up 2 cords of cold winter muscle pain and ache wood desiccated to 20 per cent loose bark nest of roaches boring in arthritic memory. We remember though where we were on what page illness stopped the story of our lives somnolent in strange forests we dreamt not to drown not in the flooding river of hate but to birth in receding waters exposing legacies, draining off landscape, mudded roads, and washed sluices of hope archaeological relics released from snow but exposed to oxygen glowing we are condemned now to walk again burning coals of war.
Ron Tobey grounds poetic language and stories in concrete descriptives of real places to convey to the reader the contextual complexity of experience in his poems.
Ron grew up in north New Hampshire, USA, and attended the University of New Hampshire, Durham. He and his wife live in West Virginia, where they raise cattle and keep goats and horses. He is an imagist poet, expressing experiences and moods in concrete descriptions in haiku, storytelling, recorded poetry, and in filmic interpretation. He occasionally uses the pseudonym, Turin Shroudedindoubt, for literary and artistic work. He has published in over 40 different digital and print literary magazines.
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“Rumney Bible Conference”, Truly U Review (October 31, 2019); “In Extremis,” Broadkill Review (January-February 2020); “Cliffhanger,” The Cabinet of Heed (UK, January 2020); Videopoems, “Days Rise” and “Open Your Eye”, The Light Ekphrastic (November 2020); Videopoem, “No Name, No Verb”, Atticus Review (July 16, 2021); “Locking Piece,” The Babel Tower Notice Board (UK, September 10, 2021).