Ken McKeon

Ken McKeon

bird on ground

September

Dry coastal woodlands, spare bird cries, and the muted surf
Sounds as hollow, as the grey chill sky appears…

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Skywriting

What do I have to do with the sky?      It doesn’t drape me           With a living curtain like the sea,      Doesn’t open

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Dawn Spell

I am the blue air open sky today,      I bear the seed of light, The living dawn core radiance,      The break up of

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