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











Helmet





The thunderstorm rolls
its empty oil barrels
across the ceiling 
with black 
arms dropping 
to the prairie floor.

The insects 
are in a panic
without knowing why.

The moon arrives late
looking unwashed.
Blacking out 
and coming to
in the gaps.

In the morning
the squirrels 
are pissed 
and who can 
blame them

flinging black walnuts
from the heights
in back yard.

The baby 
must wear
a helmet 
out there.

The last deep heat 
of the summer
soaks me through
and through
and lays me out
by midday.
Such sensual
dis-ease.
The dead look on 
with longing.

Through the three 
small windows 
above the couch
the deep blue
calls and 
       calls and 
                 calls.

The summer 
is ending
before our eyes.

A second bat
is sent off 
to be tested
for rabies.

She came in
searching 
for her lover
who disappeared
inside the 
square cave 
three weeks ago.

All her nights 
of whirling trees 
and wild stars
are euthanized
then flash frozen 
and bisected.

The spiders 
work hard
to re-anchor 
the house
to the trees.

The snake writes
its dark green poem
in curves across
the porch floor.

The raccoons 
gather and stare 
in our second 
story window 
wondering how 
did those creatures
become trapped
inside that box?

And here we go
over the falls 
the golden river
of summer 
disappearing 
in an instant.

As if our lives 
are passing
in a day.

As if it’s all 
disappearing.

As if 
the disappearing
is becoming 
less invisible

as the red 
music
of the fall
begins.





















































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