by kenz | Sep 25, 2020 | Poems, Poetry
seeing through the wound i’m working under shadowsi’m terrified of sleepi can’t say i’ve suffered enoughyet i’m thankful for everything what more can i saythe knife lashed across my facein the light of blood from my eyes i could see (kz... by kenz | Sep 25, 2020 | Poems, Poetry
Poem for the Wanderer i made a riverfrom my name whereall my homes float away tiny rafts of grieflit with candlesperfect invisible (kz 1977) by kenz | Jul 29, 2020 | Blog Posts, Poems, Poetry
This Is How 1It will happen quietly. You won’t know it,at first. The day will dawn, birds will be singing.The coffee will be on. The kids will wake up.It will happen and you won’t know it happened.Get the kids to school, get yourself to work.No one will be talking... by kenz | Jul 6, 2020 | Blog Posts, Poems, Poetry
An Explanation I, too, love the colorful flowers,and the soaring, singing birds,and the up-stretched arms of trees,who live always in the posture of prayerand celebration. I, too, have stretchedmy arms up and prayed and sang. I, too, love the faces of childrenand of... 
by kenz | Jun 10, 2020 | Poems, Poetry
Wildness I love what’s wildmore than anything cultivatedto an excess so bewilderingthe essence is lost. The wild Nootka rose, for example,with its plain, flat, five-petaled flower,and the purest smell of any blossomI’ve had the pleasure to put my nose in. And, though... by kenz | May 29, 2020 | Poems, Poetry
Making Bread The lungs of bread are blackened by smokeand heavy machinery weeps.Children stand outside schoolsrefusing to play with their toys,while a flower breaks its neck in a high speed chaseand a check is written to pay for eight new fighter-bombers. Maybe this... 
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