Ken Zimmerman
Poems
“I dwell in Possibility- a fairer House than Prose.” Dickinson
Fossil
We looked hard, but none of us could remember the exact spot.
Summer Love Haiku
The nights are too short!
The Opposite
the image won’t reveal its source anonymous author of my dreams.
Preparation
one at a time, chink by chink, you fill gaps in the stone wall
Along the North Fork
I could easily spend another lifetime here…
washing hands
there’s something sweet and awful in it
Treadmill and Ultrasound
I can see you beating there on the screen in grainy black and white…
seeing through the wound
i’m working under shadows…
Poem for the Wanderer
i made a river…
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