Children of Time (4 by Ken)
(Four Poems by Ken McKeon): November Play I’m Northern, I’m an obelisk in time, I am a front for the night sky, I soar...
Tag: Morning
Morning Posting (A Poem by Ken McKeon)
Morning Posting Ingredients: Strong early coffee, A functional breath (However ragged That breath might be), A shard of a feeling, At least a fragment...
Matin (a poem by Ken McKeon)
It’s Christmas morning in Albuquerque and Ken’s poem “Matin” shares a good-hearted wish for a new morning to dawn on a tired world. Where...
Morning Sketch, a poem by Ken McKeon
Grace never entered his mind as he stumbled down The early morning waking ways of this brightening town. Dogs came to his mind as...