The Poet’s Forge ©2019 Vernon Miles Kerr, vernonmileskerr.com When I think of a forge, I first think of old, bronze Vulcan, at the top of his tower, hammer raised, on a hill overlooking Birmingham, Alabama, my place of nativity. Having first seen him when I was five years old it left a distinct impression. Like… Read More Poetry | The Poet’s Forge
An Open Letter from God This is a copy of text read by Paul Harvey on a radio broadcast clear back in 1998. This says it all. When I read it I was shocked that it mirrored a lot of my writings on this blog and on my Twitter feed @kerr_vernon — but far more… Read More Commentary | A Memo from God
A Hypothesis of Universal Interconnection © 2019 Vernon Miles Kerr, vernonmileskerr.com Living in a black box, as we do, that which happens before birth and after death is a mystery — to most of us. Other than musty religious texts and orally communicated myths, we haven’t a clue. I’m not knocking the religious: at least… Read More The Infinite We
Why ©2019 Vernon Miles Kerr, vernonmileskerr.com When first we even noticed Night’s sparkling, swirling, threatening indictment above us, Before we watched — beyond our mother’s dangling breasts — Her carefully animated lips, imparting speech, We had no word for wonder, Just hopeless dumbness: The cat’s curiosity with her self-same mute. But after mother’s… Read More Poetry | Why
Faith ©2019 Vernon Miles Kerr, vernonmileskerr.com There’s difference between Belief & Faith, Faith is Gold. Belief is Smoke. The religious have their core beliefs. Whether strongly held or yet amorphous, Whether strictly or lazily followed, They are still… just beliefs. Beliefs are tenuous, and untested, Faith is forged in fire. Though many claim it, Faith cannot… Read More Poetry | Faith
Nostalgia as Therapy Can any possible good come out of the past five years of American Politics? As I meditate about this question, I’m hearing the melody and words of Passenger’s hauntingly beautiful little song of recent years, “Let Her Go.” Give it a listen again, and think of “her” as a metaphor for “Liberty,”… Read More Opinion | Nostalgia as Therapy
Constrained ©2018 Vernon Miles Kerr, vernonmileskerr.com Constrained as we are, Between the blackness of the womb and that of death, Between the poles of this spinning ball of rock-and-brine, ‘Tween space’s vacuum and the crush of ocean depths, Between the infinite and the infinitesimal, Between Now and Later– It seems we should be more humble,… Read More Poetry | Constrained
