Ken Zimmerman
Poetry
“the space between a sleepwalker’s outheld arms” Bill Knott
Risky
You’re my bright bundle, wrapped up in a rainbow…
Windy
it’s windy today the river of air…
The Lone Wolf Cafe
two truck drivers talking serious business…
Crying
I haven’t heard the coyotes crying all winter…
An Idea
An idea like a dolphin leaps out…
Always Getting Away
In dream I came close to what was lost. I could almost reach it, there in the gone…
Entering the House Late at Night
For a moment I stood in the cold of my house and didn’t know who I was…
Confessional
How will I answer my son when he asks…
In Evening Rain
Even in town I could be sitting alone on a mountain…
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