by Ken | Nov 25, 2012 | Poetry & Prose
I Want My Childhood I didn’t know the stillness of falling snow, swift silence I didn’t bother to listen until I grew out of my skin and finally slowed down There it is beauty still There was no one to share it with me in a tobaggan with no hill sent out...
by Ken | Apr 21, 2012 | Poetry & Prose
{I wrote this after getting gas today, thinking about my wife and that I’m tired of not writing poetry … } You are not my Rock for a rock is cold, unyielding No, you are my very Earth support in every place I tread bearing blessings in a regular harvest...
by Ken | Sep 16, 2008 | Poetry & Prose
I wrote this in a coffee shop in Ithaca, NY after wandering the Commons for an hour or two while my daughter and her friend were at a concert … missing the immediate company of my wife. Defecit — A Journey …IncompleteAware of the warmth of a Spring...
by Ken | Jul 15, 2006 | Poetry & Prose
I. I happen upon a gardenA grapevineFamiliar, unproven II. I see the grapes blossomTendrils outstretched not to meIn propriety I merely watch III. I secretly wish a harvest at my own handsAt that right time that comes without my knowingToo late, yet seeming too soon...
by Ken | Jul 4, 2006 | Poetry & Prose
Advertising’s gone awry. Why? Form after formEndlessly my keyboard treadsToward a free box of CheeriosNever reaching the end Submit! Submit!Rules and more rulesEven this poem must be at least 25 words in length
by Ken | Jun 25, 2006 | Poetry & Prose
To a friend unknown How many feet have passed my way adjacent prints on short paths a name known the sound of words exchanged but with little echo or sustain? As if a shade conjured reaching to me as a blind man not knowing what he wants a common tugging without...
