his fast obsession first thoughts morning noon night wanderings comparative shit I'm lost not like love like wilting time-lapse obsession fast scrunching crumpled paper shifting uncomfortably not here nor now speeding away. -kerry mckenna
Like the squeal of the child echoing between the streets, my infatuation is trapped between inception and its constraint. A 'liking' cannot escape so quickly-- A fondness needs fostering. I hold a bit in, tie it to my heart with a bungee cord before it expresses itself, as love is wont to do, in bursts… Continue reading ECHO
For my first number, a poem inspired by my travel in Europe, after running through some epic trials and yes, I daresay, tribulations and glorious struggles and personal victories. [ Go down a few lines and click "continue reading" to expand the whole poem first.] Enjoy. HERE I am here. This is no small feat.… Continue reading HERE
I hope you come in, sit down for a while, and interact with my writings, which come directly from a real person--me. Kerry E McKenna. I promise to be genuine, to dig deep and get to the point. I'm writing on a variety of projects just now, and I love to share what I'm churning… Continue reading Welcome to the Word Hatchery.
