—not that they’d admit it before<br/> when time would make them liars. — Stephen T. Kennedy “Unspoken, Denied, Ignored”
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Untitled #444 (2013)
this is the calm,<br/> the absence of storm. — Stephen T. Kennedy “Cold”
Untitled #445 (2013)
I watch the sun come out, and I go for a smoke.<br/> and I’m here picking at my nail-polish, picking at my memories.<br/> I take another drag and taste the filter, time to stamp it out. — Stephen T. Kennedy “Sixteen Watercolors in the Western Tradition”
Untitled #446 (2013)
In third grade, I kissed him,<br/> And he was beautiful,<br/> And I never told him that.<br/> _Inscrutable. — Stephen T. Kennedy “Moby Dick”
Untitled #440 (2013)
I have not slept, not since you told me, wrapped in my arms, my hand on your belly, cradling something no one else could see.what could, what could, what could be.your soft even breath, warm on my arm-hair. I will not sleep. what could, did not, is not. in the moment I drove stake …
Untitled #442 (2013)
<a href=”http://www.zaharaesque.com/” style=”text-decoration:underline;”>viperslang</a>: write a poem about a kiss. Lightning creates a plasma approaching 28,000 Kelvin, rain drops go pitter-pat, ’n lightning snaps, sizzles, zaps. You kiss like explosions sound, ’n I want, god I want, I want slow motion replays, I want Icarus burnin’, in your lightning temp. lips in your slidin’ against …
Untitled #443 (2013)
<a href=”http://cherokeeghostwriter.tumblr.com/” style=”text-decoration:underline;”>cherokeeghostwriter</a>: write a poem about confessions Father, we ain’t been much for talkin’ ’n I’m a heartbeat from walkin’, but I’m tired. so damned tired. how many hail marys, how many acts of repentance?dammit father, ain’t bein’ a fag enough? ain’t watchin’ her enough? ain’t losin’ him …
Untitled #439 (2013)
“what dreams may come”/“Death, a necessary end, will come when it will come” in my dreams– I am time ravaged ‘n sore, reeking of vice ‘n long past leathered. hand laid rest on the brow of some blue-eyed husky. scrawlin’ out madness in diction. anything to drown out the snow-fall silence of the night. …
Untitled #44 (2015)
there’s that moment when they just keep pushing–the little pry,the half-heard bar.‘n then the damn dam comes crashing down. ‘n with fidget fingers you clutch the ragged ruins,clutching at the clatter sprawl–groping for the pieces of the fall. ‘n they don’t get the damage done, …
Untitled #430 (2013)
The Spanish settlers/missionaries used to call the Dineh “Navajo”.an insult,‘n I hear that it means “throat cutter”,but ain’t nothin’ but speculation, ain’t nothin’ but estimation, bein’ that navaja means “knife” ‘n all.hear my mom talkin’ heritage, “Navajo, Navajo, Navajo”self identification. one of few family heirlooms: “The Kerry Dream”,ain’t no other title,just “The Kerry Dream”.ain’t …
