Some days the desert is so still you can hear your pulse A step onto the crusted sand breaks holy bonds —  criminal steps —  like…

My Personal Poetry Challenge: Part 3

Desert Sunrise — Moments before the sun, when everything is pink but wants to be purple, ribbons stretch across the sky. Pale rose glows against silver tree trunks abandoned by night’s rich plum. Left naked — infant pink, vulnerable to the coming scorching gold. © 2023 by Kevin J. Fellows

Places for Reflection — On the days where the noise rattles loud in my mind, rousing my anxious thoughts and filling the space beside my bed before I wake, I seek a quiet place. …

Stepping Outside —

Why Does Silence Accompany Darkness? —

The common advice about writing is that to do it well, the writer needs to read a lot. It’s one reason an MFA is so full of curriculum reading. The idea is to create the habit so embedded, reading becomes naturally constant. I don’t disagree with the advice and practice. …

My plants are angles and needles; piercing leaves designed to catch the unwary. I’m not wary. Thorn-caught and pinned to my unquestioning…

Reading To Illuminate Inner Spaces — Words sounded, exhaled; imprinted in my mind, written on my page. But their meaning infirm, their definitions incomplete. Words recalled, and re-spoken imprinted again to take a new form. Gaining the retina of new understanding. The process continues — I in conversation with myself In this season of light —…