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











The Easter Disappearance






On the sun wrapped planet 
people who are incarcerated 
and willing to work
the mass graves
get a raise from $1.50 to $6/hr.

They stack the coffins 
three high in a trench
so close to the sea.

The cities
in the distance
are filled with sirens. 


        *  *  *

On the plains 
wind runs across
the black fields 

shaking the pools of water 
that formed where the night deer stumbled 
like drunks in the mud

while celebrating
clean air

and the disappearance  
of cars.
































































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the poetry of Kevin Lawler

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