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











That?







In the cold, red air
of an April twilight
I carried my daughter 
around the yard wrapped 
in a soft blanket
like an infant queen
of the grasses
from long ago

while her mother
worked inside
on another story
filled with blood
and flashing light
that burns the eyes
to give us sight.

The Little pointed 
every seven seconds
asking, “That?”
and I stumbled
to remember 
the names
of things
the words
like spells
or tiny birds
flying out 
of our mouths.









































































.


first spring moon


                            
                                           Detail from portico mural by Jenny Heineman




sitting in the grass
like two frogs
on their asses
the wild
girl laughs 
as I point 
to the moon.

birds flit 
over head
while joyfully singing
and the sun’s
western bell
ends the day 
with red ringing.

all the small
secret places 
are appearing 
again with their
vibrating laws
that crack open
old men.



















































































.


the poetry of Kevin Lawler

The gift economy . . .
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