Tim Sherry was a student and athlete. He is a husband and father and has been a public high school teacher and coach. He has been a high school principal, volunteered over the years in church and community activities, and is a grandfather. Always there was poetry kept private because athletes and coaches and principals and Scandinavian Lutherans don’t usually do that sort of thing.
In the last ten years, with the support and encouragement of so many writers in the Northwest, he has had poems published in Crab Creek Review, The Raven Chronicles, Seminary Ridge Review, Windfall: A Journal of Poetry of Place, Floating Bridge Review, and others. He has been a Pushcart nominee, and in 2010 was an Artsmith Artist Resident on Orcas Island. Most recently, his poem “Of Fires” was a finalist for the Rash Award in Poetry and published in The Broad River Review. This is his first full-length collection.
He earned a B.A. in English from Pacific Lutheran University and an M.A. in English from The University of Chicago. He has lived in Chicago and for a short time in Europe, but has lived most of his life in Tacoma, Washington where long walks, quiet days, many friends, a close family, many travels, his faith, and his wife, Marcia, are the inspiration for his writing about the common things along the way.
Poem from One of Seven Billion
The Best Doughnuts in the WorldEvery town has the best doughnuts in the world.
The bakery that makes them doesn’t need
any more than word of mouth to say so.
The sign out front has a catchy name
so when you tell the out-of-towners
that they have to try a dozen,
they will chuckle at Buns and Bread, The Cookie Jar,
and not the idea that some baker
in someone else’s town is god of all doughnuts.
The mythology that keeps cops and commuters
coming back to balance coffee and an old-fashioned
with their low calorie meals never promises
what Swiss chocolate or a dry martini are best at.
There is no comparison between a good doughnut
and good sex or winning the lottery
that stops anyone at a bakery.
But everyone knows where
the best doughnuts in the world are;
and when a job that just pays the bills,
kids who will maybe get into junior college,
a house that has a single car garage
are in a world all their own,
nothing tastes better than the glaze
that you lick off the corner of your mouth
driving down the main street of your home town.