copasetic

It’s forty-five later and I feel fine
My raiment of half-knit intentions and twine
Unfinished commitments on an unstable shelf
Obscuring my menagerie and wax that was melt
The walls are still cracking from our caterwaul song
And my heart is still breaking at what love’s become

It’s forty-eight later and I’ll give it time
Copasetic amidst it all… and I feel fine.

week in review – an open letter

This past week started like most work weeks as of late for me – busy and challenging. Coming off of the high of getting a nice bit of writing on my novel done the previous weekend, I was ready for whatever the week had to offer. I was convinced that this week’s demands couldn’t be as bad as last week. I was kind of wrong.

I had yet another court appearance to make in reference to a bus accident I was involved in last year. I was hit from behind and charged with improper passing. There was no way I was taking responsibility for this matter when I was following the law. I challenged the charge and the city bounced me from court date to court date until they finally threw it out on Wednesday. An encouraging victory amidst a mentally and physically challenging work week. I mean really – who works 20 hours in one day? Me – sadly. My 40 hour work week was 72 and it ended last night at 10pm.

I have been too tired to say thank you to my friends and co-workers for the support, attention, letters, and love this week. I was too dazed to praise my manager, Keith for being one to go down with the ship with his crew. Or too achy to let James know that his brain power makes my brain hurt but I’m blessed and fortunate that he’s there. I was too distracted tell my sons that I’ve missed them or to thank Lara, Camille, Rhonda, Missy, and Gally for their much appreciated presence or congratulate Shawn on his new house.

Let me just say that I am appreciative of all of you – named and otherwise. I look forward to warmer weather and lighter workloads and hanging out with you all again soon. I love you all despite my absence of late.

ceaseless. kenn.

color therapy

I stuck my hand in a thorn bush
To follow what was free
Then painted a pretty picture
With the color that would bleed

I sat on the doctor’s couch
And he said to stay in the lines
I told him he was ash to me
My colors won’t be confined

My offspring are as promises
Pigments in rich oil
My imagination, she always sits with me
Through calmness and through toil

People see all my colors
And they often do assume
That a rainbow would seem pale near me
But they’re so far from the truth

Color brings and freedom rings
And hope is a fragile seed
Ask not for whom the bell tolls
The bell, it tolls for “we”

This chromatic facade that alludes to God
In tints and hues alike
I complete the “we” and we water the seed
And the seed is filled with life

I stuck my hand in a thorn bush
Screaming, “Would you look at me”
Then colored another page
In this therapeutic scene.

accelerated delay

kenn writes at home

I am NOT a speed demon (as my T indicates) when it comes to writing.

write on

You may be tired of reading about it but… I’m writing a novel. It’s coming along awesomely, thank you. My characters are really in a high state of conflict right now as I approach the arch. It’s like I’m reading a book that I can’t put down. But I’m writing it. And I can’t put it dow… you get the point.

I’ll announce the title and plot and get a nice shave soon. Stay tuned.