small things well

before you do a great thing, do the small things well.

the main thing

the Main Thing is to keep the Main Thing the Main Thing.

number 1

you have to be odd to be number 1.


she offered me hope
but all I got was smoke
and mirrors, I suppose
reflected truth all along

no one to blame but me
my fault, no receipt
nice jersey, wrong team
I should watch what I believe

smoke got in my eye
ash got in my eye


Bedside or roadside, life ebbs then subsides
Bleeding from inside, drivers all just pass by

Yesterday or previous, part of some great ‘what was’
Vultures circle up above, ashes to ashes then dust

Newborn to carrion, I mourn while I tarry some
While life ends and new pretends, I will carry on.

dawn of night

Look both ways before you cross the street
Don’t drop your left and move your feet
Mind your elders, your ma’ams and sirs
Always fear God, nice guys finish first


Abundance brings me thankfulness
While famine brings me shame
Or abundance makes me forget that
I ever called on God by name.


My name is Kenn Bivins and if you’d like to try something NEW and exciting, my first novel, Pious, is for you. But be warned – it’s explosive – a perilous package that, if opened, seems innocuous at first. An assuring caress is, without warning, followed by a concussive punch.

on the 30th of movember

30 days of no shaving in the name of raising funds for Movember have almost passed. Thank you to all of those who have supported my hair growing efforts thus far. It’s not too late to donate as little as $1.

I moustache you something

Starting November 1, I will start with a clean-shaven palate as I grow, groom, trim and wax my way into the annals of fine moustachery – all in the spirit of raising funds by seeking sponsorship for my Mo-growing efforts. Will you sponsor me? Please?

labor-less day

For as long as I can remember, I’ve spent Labor Day doing much less than labor. It’s a day of relaxing as far as I’m concerned.