The MS Fall (a poem by Ken McKeon)
The Rhythm of Rising and Falling It feels so much better to recognize something we can do with challenging issues, than to document our...
Building a Bridge while walking across it
My apologies go out to anyone who logs on here hoping to read something original, interesting, or useful. I persist in writing something here...
Convening of the Board
I: I am the one who initiates, carries out, and monitors the progress of all decisions. Me: That’s...
What our Big Sister can teach us
“Nature may well manifest its own forms of knowledge, apart from the knowledge that human beings lay claim to. For instance, we use the...
Sorry that my Thank You card is late
From my journal entry of 8/18/17: “My mother would have been 99 today”. Perhaps that thought set me to imagining myself talking with people...
A Doorway of Dream
S felt sympathetic with their houseguest, who was spending a few days with them after her miscarriage. He felt “sympathy” for her, but when...
Why Self-Interest Often Prevails
Intentions that are inclusive, holistic, and concerned about the well-being of our communities can have a hard time producing a clearly focused message, especially...
An Open Secret
I sometimes imagine that I have been let in on a secret about the meaning and purpose of human life—but that I only have...
Everytime I Die (Ken McKeon)
Four Poems by Ken McKeon Afterlife Evening Words Morning Sighting In Place Afterlife The guy had carried his bike around the mudslide That has...
From Far Off Mountains
My wife and I are planning to visit a friend in Durango tomorrow. Our major preparation has been to get family members to look...