Author Archives: k2king

I wrote a poem about a purse that I found among my grandmother’s things and brought it to accompany the poem at my thesis reading. That poem won third prize in the SWWIM Every Day poetry contest. The theme was … Continue reading →

I took a hiatus from this blog when I decided to return to school for a second Master’s Degree. I commuted several times a week to Johns Hopkins University in Baltimore and earned a Master’s in Writing with a poetry … Continue reading →

Well, I made it! Thirty poems in thirty days! This is the third time that I’ve completed the challenge. I did not post all my poems here, but most of them are. I’ll be taking a break and catching up … Continue reading →

The Squirrel Proof Bird Feeder He fills the feeder with black oil sunflower seeds, nuts, thistle, and fruit, because he likes birds and how they share seed around the winter table. The finches and jays roost with nuthatches to snack–– … Continue reading →

High School Seniors In May, students look To graduation, parties, Work or college goals, They no longer stress About grades or homework, eyes Stare outside windows, Thoughts outside their heads––– Balloons bouncing into trees, Strings waving goodbye, But teachers stretch … Continue reading →

Remorseless   The gloomy green-eyed count is noiseless. Gnarled hands work in lustrous moonbeams, hide the bumps with beached whale blankets, frugal choices bought on sale. Now dawn, the wind elbows the night with gusts that rant at worthless windows. … Continue reading →

Carillon A carillon is French for bells, the ones that play in towers, clanging sounds of joie from twenty-three or more cast metal copes that founders shaped and tuned from hum to prime–– the pitch that’s heard when carillonneurs strike … Continue reading →

I Am Not A Meteorologist But, I can smell snow when leaden clouds, heavy as pregnant sheep, lumber over the ridges, baaing its arrival. In summer, I can smell rain when the maple leaves turn silver and the heat, sprawled … Continue reading →

Time As kids we tried to hurry up the months until our birthday, Christmas, Halloween, or summer. Rolling cars around a track, we dreamt of driving, smoking, looping arms with lovers, flying planes or drinking beers like on TV. We … Continue reading →

Reality Star Lying on my back, the damp grass tickled arms and legs as my father pointed out summer constellations. Draco the Dragon, Andromeda, Cassiopeia and Ursa Major emerged from a black canvas when he traced lines with his finger … Continue reading →