Tim Sherry, a long-time high school teacher and administrator, lives in Tacoma, Washington. His poems have appeared in Rattle, Crab Creek Review, The Broad River Review, and The Raven Chronicles among others. His poetry collections include One of Seven Billion, Holy Ghost Town, and Pages of White Sky.

Books by Tim Sherry:

Other poems on the web by Tim Sherry:
Two poems
"Word Game with a Little Boy"

About Pages of White Sky:

"It's refreshing to read a poet who seems to have missed the postmodern memo about serial randomness being the mind's great roadtrip. Instead, what we get is a boots-on-the-ground empathy from a real wanderer who has Richard Hugo's eye for out-of-the-way topics and towns, a sincerity that doesn't take selfies, a heart that can brake for a blue dress or blueberry patch. With a disarming candor, Sherry's poems examine small moments which can ramify into large questions, humor, self-scrutiny, guilt, love, or praise. In the end, what the reader gets to examine is the 'archaeology of a life dedicated to the world.' This book will remind you why you love poetry."
—Joseph Powell

"In 'A David Hockney Landscape Poem, ' when Tim Sherry says, 'It is about the same, same thing-an effort to find a place to find meaning, ' he could as well be describing the rest of the poems in Pages of White Sky. Many of them are set in specific locations-the Chihuly Garden and Glass Collections Cafe, the Ephesus archaeological site, a farm truck hauling grain in in North Dakota, The Crescent City Lighthouse, a little britches rodeo in Halfway, Oregon-but the real terrain of this collection is always the landscape of the human spirit. These poems are windows left open to it, letting its meaning in."
—Joe Green

"Approaching like ponies fresh from summer fields, Tim Sherry's poems, skittish and a little wild, transcend their domestication. His forte is deft renditions of the singular daily moments that make up a life. In a poem like 'I Am Not a Gary Soto, ' he redeems his admission of a strict religious upbringing by reminding us that the poetic moment is not necessarily dramatic, that sometimes the subtle implications of a father's 'gray flannel suit' is enough. Though they have fed on star shine and moon-brushed grasses, these works have been bred to carry us fast and far, and do so with grace."
—Chris Dahl