Category Archives: Poetry

Alone, Together

I live alone, Parallel to her, Rarely touching.   I live together, At the vanishing point, Rarely converging.   I live as we, As me, as she. Barely make it through.   / W B Kek

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The Beginning of The End, Black Sabbath’s Last Tour’s First Concert

Black Sabbath, Omaha, Nebraska, USA, 20 January 2016 CE, evening No one to glance at, share with, In moments when events Signify chains of memories Shared memory means life. / W B Kek /// Writers learn to store experience, observation, … Continue reading

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Enough

Have I wasted enough of my day to pretend To rise into dressing myself, to eat, to work? Have I wasted enough of myself to allow For a respite from grieving for those gone now? Have I wasted enough of … Continue reading

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I So Truly Hate the Fire of Time

I so truly hate the fire of time Burning all we’ve come to know Taking cherished lives away Removing marks they made in snow Crushing carvings stone by stone Obliterating every trace of us Unplanned, stochastic obsolescence Devouring mindlessly duration’s … Continue reading

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Clementine Is Now Unbound

A friend’s delicious, superb, piquant journal of brilliant poetry.  Please check it out, support it, and enjoy. /// The December issue of Clementine Poetry Journal is now live. Big thanks and congratulations to our December poets! The poems are in … Continue reading

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Stranded Off Earth

Exactly: 100 words “Shivers That Linger” When you’re ten you don’t think you might die. Life is eternal, like midwest summer, and everything’s interesting. So my friend and I found a Masterlock, layers of metal, no key. “We can smash … Continue reading

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A True Crime Evening

Night predation Flickers on TV, British tea Pleasantly bitter On the tongue. Cool air stirs Patient curtains. Distant sounds echo. Dogs bark, engines rev, Car doors slam, Words clump for me, Attempts to catch time. Moments, impressions, Sensations, thoughts, Experiences … Continue reading

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To Call the Dark

“To Call the Dark” Dust between its teeth; Dessicated unbrushed food Or simply years of absence Ignored by apathy? Condemned house Taken apart, torn down; Floorboards revealed Confusion, surprise, shock. Details delivered disgust: Crushed cranium, Shattered teeth, Fractured eye sockets. … Continue reading

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Entity’s Tickle as by W B Kek

The sun has eyes. They watch us In the mirror of the moon. As starlight falls, Illumination Draws us into dark. Our lives are deaths Responsive To our terror of the cold. Those eyes of sun Upon us Trace the … Continue reading

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Social Media Res

Uriel’s Machine lies sprawled everywhere if we but look. High culture meant something else in the past. Not electronics or powered technology; It meant integrating humanity with the natural world In which our lives are immersed, of which we are … Continue reading

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