Category Archives: Poetry

Her Pillows

They are as neat and as tidy as can be expected, the ticking clean, clear of blemish or stain, with wee, blue and white flowers, her favourite colours, the two of them sit like that, one atop the other at … Continue reading

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Sixty Nanoseconds

My ego boosts trucks, Likes sirens, lights. Everything  an EMERGENCY. RK ~ 5/16/17

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If I could not hold you

If I could not hold you, I would hold the memory of then, those moments when the thought – the very thot – of not holding you was unthinkable, the not holding not even a thot Hold the memory of … Continue reading

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Dear Doctor Wu

Did she know when she carried you, was she like Mary knowing one day you’d be King of the World, already signed, sealed and delivered from the beginning from the very beginning – impatient to arrive, to wear your Fez, … Continue reading

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I wish

of all I wish, I wish for that Bodhi Tree the soft grasses roundabout the sky lit up with the fragrance of the peace that excels all thought.   I imagine the grandchildren, there after the lovemaking, your hand still … Continue reading

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This Life

is Ad Hominem Everywhere. All the time. We need a #brute button. ~ RK ~ 10/3/14

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When I Close My Eyes

I may be like “Hitch” Gilbert, after all, that self-claimed contemporary of Hawthorne, at least one hundred twenty years old, wandering the seasons with memories neatly, efficiently pressed in that buckskin bag, including the lie I loved Bambi too much … Continue reading

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