Kit Kennedy


Someone should have told me

this
simple
fact:
when light refuses
to coalesce as still life
the sentence never forms

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Perhaps, it’s seeing a game of marbles. Suddenly you are flooded with a memory of finding the bracket of blue stone & silver. Why you eagerly await nightfall is no one’s concern.

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There were numerous reasons why we couldn't agree on a single name for the woman with the darkest eyes, a grin which tasted salt from an irretrievable world, and wearing a skirt of a thousand seas. In the end, she'll be remembered for having as many nicknames as she took lovers.

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STOMPING GROUND REVISITED

On the first day of the year, druids return home.

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All these years,
so much they kept from you.
For instance, night tarnishes silver
as quick as salt.




Kit Kennedy has published seven collections of poetry including while eating oysters (CLWN WR BKS, Brooklyn, NY). She serves as Poet in Residence at SF Bay Times and Poet in Residence of herchurch. 2019 begins her 10th year of blogging; please visit: poetrybites.blogspot.com. Work has appeared in Otoliths, First Literary Review - East, haikuniverse, Great Weather for MEDIA among others.
 
 
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