So, my boss has this “joke” about Millienials,and it goes something like this: So, my boss has this “joke” about Millienials, and I have worked in summer suns, with dirty hands, and calloused skin, So, my boss has this “joke” about Millienials, and I have gone hungry, when pride was flush, and cash was gone, …
Post Type Archives: Poems
Untitled #200 (2017)
I’d like to remember how to lose my way,familiar lights on some distant hill,miles and miles,away. I’d like to close my eyes and rest,enjoy the happiness I’ve found.close out, forgetthe rest. I love my job, my life, my friends,and I wish I had the time,I wish we had the time. but our home is sick,and …
Untitled #2 (2014)
so, my grampa told me he wants to hang around until we grandkids start havin’ kids,course, as the oldest grandkid– love him,ain’t always had the best of relationships with him,but on my graduation he bought me a white gold bracelet with my name on it,the kind of thing he’d wear,if that gives you any image,course, …
Untitled #193 (2016)
New JavaScript poem: Head In The Clouds
Untitled #192 (2016)
The Worst Calculator
Untitled #191 (2016)
It’s done. If you’re using your web browser, you can click here to open the poem. If you are in the Tumblr app, open your browser and go to: http://stephentkennedy.tumblr.com/storm Notice: This one does include audio elements. @erikadprice I’m exceptionally happy it turned out as well as it did.
Untitled #190 (2016)
I’m having trouble putting the text together, so I’m asking for people’s memories about thunder storms. The final product will be a javascript poem where a storm rolls in as the text is displayed. I have an animated rain-loop, several versions of the clouds at different brightnesses, and lightning strikes that the script is going …
Untitled #19 (2014)
Sometimes facing adulthood is facing those broken promises cast wayside.Sometimes facing adulthood is just getting up and going to work.Sometimes facing adulthood is simply watching the west at sunset,and remembering how far you’ve yet to go,and that the future too has its joys.
Untitled #189 (2016)
A new web poem, this one is called “Dawn”
Untitled #188 (2016)
Nightingale
