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











Late






These late 
autumn days 
with their rolling 
gray canvas 
spattered with
earth and fire 

they go flying 
through our eyes
past tilted suns
burning themselves away.

My daughter and I 
spend hour after hour
in the park
cataloging each leaf
and making tiny 
worlds with them. 
Little constructions.

She is all energy
fighting to keep moving
right up until
the last moment 
before sleep 
stills her tiny body.

At night the rains
blow across the rooftops
as refugees walk
through forests
with their children.

On the way to work
in the thick darkness
news of our wars
tumbles out of the radio.

Cars race past 
with red coals glowing 
in their driver’s chests

a weakened cardinal 
all ember and wings 
is quietly breathing 
in mine.

Another winter 
walks just outside
the gates of the city.
Our time grows short.
And perhaps the world 
calls for something else
as hard as that may be.


























































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