“Why Not?” by Ken McKeon
Why Not? Bits of early morning traffic noise, bird chirps, one droning plane, Too sleepy to even think of saying Leave me alone,...
Tree Koan
Tree Koan One evening, working on a tugboat in northern British Columbia, I understood a Koan. Finally, the book that seemed designed to demonstrate...
Labyrinth
THE LABYRINTH We are always taking a next step along a path. Sometimes we are aware of turning in a fresh direction, sometimes our...
“The Sunday Suits” by M in the Trees
The Sunday Suits How strange it felt to wander through my father’s house to stop in the bedroom doorway and see the partially-open closet...
A FORK IN THE PATH
I like to stand in a shower, like a horse in the racket of the rain. But once, when I was younger and more...
“Friday Lunch” by Ken Mckeon
Friday Lunch Light wind, and the low clouds gradually yield to sunlight, As we – an old friend and myself- sit and chat straight...
“Light Rain Welcome” by Ken McKeon
For Waterman Only small rain falling this morning, Light but really welcome, The dry Sonoma hillsides Bound to green up, Vines going to be...
A Flute Went in Search of a Chord
A Native American elder sits on the edge of a red rock mesa, stitching together the clouds that float by in the blue of...
Honey and Vinegar
I used to read to my kids about two inseparable pals, Frog and Toad. Like Winnie the Pooh, Frog is comfortable in the world...
Mulligan — by Ken McKeon
Take me on the light side, The deep horn of Gary Mulligan Blowing closely held open harmonies, Swift and intimate releasing breaths Open away...