Fox Kerry

3 days ago

Image and poetry by this author

things climb on icons
what were we forbid to etch again?
robes hang from walls, with secrets, in confession, jarbles of heat and nothingness biscuit
aisles to walk, with flowers in the noses, and walls where people
marry behind mary
water splashes, coolly, something to do, with your fingers and cold meditation
power hides, with spiders…

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3 days ago

(artwork by author)

stomp on stream, walking and walking
duck by duck, day by day
dreams of daughters, or women while tiny
keeps the man walking, and dancing in spray
haunted by bestness, by bestings and bestward
lamed by hobbles, by wives and by waves
he wiggles with memory, with future on purpose
he yearns for daughters
and cleanness by spray…

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Poetry

(Digital Artwork by this poet)

I got a message that no one knew
how they shutter and they stutter in the daylight
people dance for cloudwork and they throw their clothes away
but tremble when you tremble’s meant for night time

But sometimes in the brightest
while some good gifts they got gave
and the koyote got…

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Aug 5

(Digital artwork created by this poet)

Swaying, like an ark on fire.
a-teeter, like ants, drinking honey at the fair
Asleep, as if nobody saw you touching the woman, you refused to have for wife.
Moaning, because the dna of ancient things begs for an answer you can’t drink enough to explain
awake, yet hoping, to dream beyond those things…

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Dec 19, 2021

Trumpet Pausework

Downclimb” by Author

trap a twirl twist in your forehead, you won’t soon forget your friends
people swirling in a whirlwind, forge a sad that never ends
cameras flailing watch a door post, wait for knocks which never come
some are watching from the corners where dark lamps do drop on some
then a field gives up…

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Fox Kerry

Fox Kerry

If you paint for me even one thing which is true, perhaps I’ll be tempted to consider two. I tell tales poetically, someone else needs to set them to music.