Dear Friends,

I have gathered a selection of my poetry from the last twenty-five years into a book called THE SEASONS. (You can preview or order the book here.)

I am grateful to everyone who has read and responded to the poems over the years. I will continue posting my new work here and in twenty-five years (or less) I will have book number two ready for you.

Warmly,

Kevin











Infant With Late Friday Afternoon Rush Hour on Dodge Street





Will we remember walking 
the long halls of night singing 
sweet songs and songs and songs

The mountains are moving
through a veil of snow
The vasty ocean sleeps
while its waves madly roll
The green’s pushing up
from the winter’s hole

as our eyes burn 
and our hearts weep
O our hearts burned 
and our eyes wept
or will the explosion 
of light called day 
dismantle our reductive 
sculptures of time?

And then the giant moon
shining orb from the black bottomed
lake of space surface breaking 
with breath and breath
as the line of seasons speeding
ever faster, weaving in and out
in our heat machines
only to always lose
to lose everything.





































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the poetry of Kevin Lawler

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