by kenz | Jun 30, 2018 | Memoir, Non-Fiction, Stories
For Ken, Who Saved My Life In the fall of 1977 I moved to New York City, having dropped out of college to become a hippie poet along with my buddies Tony and Bill. We were going to start a new magazine of American surrealism, which we already called New Honolulu...
by kenz | Jun 23, 2018 | Fiction, Stories
The Ones Who Walk In (a parable, with apologies and respects to Ursula K. LeGuin) Imagine a wilderness, a paradise of nature. Let’s call it Or-gone. There, green woods grow out of good ground, and deer and wolf and bear and weasel prowl among the trees, eagle and...
by kenz | Jun 21, 2018 | Going to Lift My Voice, Songs
when there’s no place left for me to gowhen there’s no one left alive I knowand I’m driving on through the blinding snowI’m going to lift my voice and sing the dark night can’t ever scare me nowI know the way and I know the howto the...
by kenz | Jun 21, 2018 | Poems, Poetry
1 A hand reaches across the sheets and shakes me. It’s gone before I can tell whose it is. Suddenly the summer is half over, the longest day of the year past. Poised at the top of an arc, the point between rising and sinking, I gaze down at myself struggling to...
by kenz | Jun 19, 2018 | Poems, Poetry
it may be the act of pulling down the fruit that makes the taste so satisfying freed from the tree the apple squeezed between teeth tart skin giving way to the warm, sweet center this is what we should eat! in summer when sun bakes the sweat out of us here’s what we...
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