by kenz | Sep 17, 2018 | Memoir, Non-Fiction, Stories
There was that one night when Timothy Leary threw himself into my arms— literally— and over and over again, too. It was spring term, 1988, and I was working hard on writing the poems to finish up my MFA thesis. But Kesey’s novel class was in the revision stage, and... by kenz | Sep 14, 2018 | Haiku, Poems
watched a snail crawl out to the tip of that high branch. what now, my brother? by kenz | Sep 13, 2018 | Blog Posts, Memoir, Stories
A Memory of Dennis Banks The death of the great Native American elder and leader Dennis Banks brought back to me the time I got the chance to meet and listen to him, and to sweat with him, as well. What a powerful man, and what an amazing experience for a young hippie... by kenz | Sep 11, 2018 | Poems, Poetry
Billy Hightower It’s been twenty-five years. You may be an angel now, may have been then, at eight an older boy. I’d just turned six, the first thing you found out about me, and got, a gift from my father, two pair of bright leather boxing gloves. You...
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