by kenz | Nov 30, 2019 | Fiction, Salome, Stories
(Salome pt. 1) I’m not a man of my times. I wander aimlessly through the modern world, a little distance away from everything I pass. Machinery confuses me, the flash and dazzle of bright lights blinds. I turn in horror away from the video arcade. The flicker of oil...
by kenz | Nov 27, 2019 | Blog Posts, View From the Side
20191127 View from the Side Lunchtime Links: This is really bad climate news. We’re not making progress except toward our own extinction. And time is passing....
by kenz | Nov 26, 2019 | Poems, Poetry
Movements It was not the destination but the act of movement I was after. I dove into the mountain lake swollen with snowmelt. There are so many ways to move: a man crossing a quick creek on stones, arms out to the sides, waist high, like an ungainly bird afraid of...
by kenz | Nov 25, 2019 | Poems, Poetry
Old Partners In my window this morning, above the jagged tree line, a raven chases an eagle. They swing in a drifting spiral, a rising and falling rhythm of intersecting orbits, circling and diving against a backdrop of pearl gray sky. The raven rises above the plane...
by kenz | Nov 24, 2019 | Poems, Poetry
Woodstove I lay more wood on your fire, my only source of winter warmth. Who am I to speak for you, who cannot speak? Still, I love the creak of your stovepipe swelling, the snap of sappy heartwood in your belly. Whatever I feed you, you eat, passing back the ashes...
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