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











winter stars



Drawing 742 by WRH, 2018


These winter stars

hanging above the veiny street - 

are they darker

with the slow bath of death?


My failures of compassion 

burn like a constellation of pins.

Is fire the price of kindness?

Pain the price of health?


The winters are decreasing.

Less complaints about ice.

More love 

of flinty skies.


The hidden face of time

wraps around my bones,

an old coat handed down

and down . . .


I am forced to lie down. 

My daughter runs 

and jumps on my back

over and over again.


With my grunts of riant pain

springs of wild, green laughter

erupt from her body

and cover the leaping world.  










































































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the poetry of Kevin Lawler

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