PoetryDirections for Use by Ken L. Jones
When the tide is low A petting zoo of sorts appears But I’m too lost in a cavalcade of bewilderment to care And as the setting sun becomes a revolving space station…
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Writing by Ken L. Jones published in Dual Coast Magazine. 15 pieces from the archive, free to read.
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ExperimentalObsolete, Likened to Many Things by Ken L. Jones
I use to think that days melted fast, back in the time it took you to blink forty years after the Beatles Until now, ever since I first dove One hundred New…
PoetryDecember Now That It Has Told Its Story By Ken L. Jones
The last days of this year are like an old staircase That I don’t have to pay much attention to as it gets climbed And so I become overwhelmed by crisp air…
PoetryHow Strange is this Sun Kissed Winter by Ken L. Jones
How Strange is this Sun Kissed Winter The almost unrecognizable anthills are noticed By sparrows upon telephone poles whose eyes shift across pregnant continents I am about to take that journey to…
PoetryUnbeknownst to Her by Ken L. Jones
Unbeknownst to Her I am starting to understand this patchwork river whose Petals are haunted by my favorite red butterflies Oft reincarnated in the pencil tracings of a pirate’s bounty In the…
Taken By Mermaids by Ken L. Jones
The bright guitar playing city lights clipped the wings Of a beach that seemed to be made of beer cans And so it never really spawned any delicious songs And its coastal…
A Box of Diamonds by Ken L. Jones
The leaves let go and explode Like a Chinese paper umbrella twirling As the wind tears them from their trees And sets their hobo feet to moving Autumn has endless trains to…
A Sequence of Rainbows by Ken L. Jones
The first spring day is blissful serenity Fresh water from the mountains Brought down unto me After a winter that has played an ape Until all was so very pale That I…
Talk a New Language by Ken L. Jones
The light and color of the blossoming trees Is chrome and orange Pale stars of fruit in explosions of color And while a fragmentary nightingale sings Sounding over and over like an…
Beyond Velvet by Ken L. Jones
The day breaks beautifully in the piety of weary boulders As I am summoned by the fields to sojourn in the ancient there Amidst the meadows of purple flowers at the height…
Old Orchard Slow Melt by Ken L. Jones
Early autumn is brass toned beneath the sunflowers And the fallen acorns and boysenberries announce It is coming on now and hard And here where the frogs jump like rocking horses in…
Trembling With a Strobe’s Tint by Ken L. Jones
Crows fly off an unrecognizable cliff The click, click, click of the red wine ballet Is like a romantic train ride to old movies And while the scriptures of the rain Come…
A Series Of Bridges by Ken L. Jones
The sea lion’s barks dissolved like hallucinations In the hushed tones of the precipitation Where frail birds seemed as other worldly visitors In the drip, drip, drip of thunderstorms and ocean mists…
Gone For Good by Ken L. Jones
A blue bird too big to fit On the homemade Sunflower pregnant feeder Outside my hospital window Lands claws first Like the Velociraptor Who he has supposedly been Shrunk in size from…
True To My Memory by Ken L. Jones
On a day ground fine as if in a mortar and pestle The marsh flat’s skies became a crumbling circus A hand painted fresco you can almost taste A bottomless barrel of…