A Survivor at Large
Spring can be a time of passing on, a time when the recently living pack up and move into the memories of those left...
Tag: spring
Hocus Pocus, Bogus Focus
The other morning, I was watching Kiva, our cat, out in the back yard. Her focus was unwavering as she jumped from some blade...
Late Spring Mourning, by Ken McKeon
The trees in our neighborhood are Burgeoning with leaves, this Follows from the steady rainfall Of the last several months, And the long drought...
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...