Poetry & Fiction

Brooklyn Poetry: Corbin Sharer


I spent a long time
Down there,
In mostly dark,
Hands rough from cardboard
Edges where between
Corrugated walls
Must be the
Proof I had once
Been young and
Been unconcerned.


After finding his way to poetry, as many do, through a teacher, Corbin Sharer has drifted in and out of poem writing – usually forced out of it after long periods of writing garbage, then back again after a spark of motivation, commonly another’s work, or alcohol.
Poetry is one of many of his creative pursuits which include photography, painting, music and swearing. During the day he runs a design studio out of Cobble Hill where he also lives with his cat Ed and quite a few plants whose names have never stuck.

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