A Quarrelsome Beginning
It creeps up into my pores like whiskey.
…a broiling, brooding interpretation of Eastern Philosophy, past dreams and shadow figurines reliving moments through a baby’s cry.
I seem to fulfill all expectations and none.
…and readily accept a future filled with oscillating misunderstandings, obnoxious over reactions, passionate misbehaviors, and an almost absolute misogyny of brisk morning walks, homo-erotic exaltations and calculated to-do lists left undone.
We are besieged by incomplete dreams and the wood shavings of an empty-handed whittler
…nestled resolutely near a living room fire.
— Kevin Meek, 5/22/19