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











Black Thatch




There is a black thatch of clouds
across the dome of the world this morning
except along the eastern edge
where a red snake
stretches and burns.

Walking through the dark
giant winds from the north
run across the prairie
and push me in the back.

Everyone is racing
in their metal cars 
as if they were cars
on a long gone
roller coaster called
The Roller Coaster
which is leaning and rusting
in the theme park of time.

Crosses with dirty plastic flowers
and faded photos in warped frames
and stuffed animals with dirt-matted fur
and deflated foil balloons
are all sinking along the roadside
as a thousand engines
fly past with their
smoky violent music.
Nobody knows who died.

Time is ending
but it’s taking its time.
The music of failure
is in the air.
Those who have made
survival a god
are hopelessly lost.

Everyone 
is running late.

Now the whole
sky is on fire!

































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