Tokyo ©2010,2016,2020 Vernon Miles Kerr, vernonmileskerr.com She is more than huge, she is blatantly contradictory. She’s American-ish, but Japanesey; Familiar but exotic; Traditional but wildly avant garde.; Savoring but guzzling; Giddily young but staidly elderly. Near Shinjuku station it’s girls in blue jeans And tiny kimono-clad matrons popping into Starbucks. This immigrant from Seattle sits… Read More Travels | Tokyo
Turn Around ©2019 Vernon Miles Kerr, vernonmileskerr.com “Turn around, and you’re two, Turn around and you’re four, Turn around and you’re a young man, Going out of my door…” 1. We try to measure Time by watching growing-things Like kids and trees and patches of peeling paint, Or the testily-watched kettle… Read More Poetry | Turn Around
A Word of Thanks First of all, Thank you so much for your readership and comments on VernonMilesKerr.com. I will keep posting my own work, right here, but I have just created a new site which focuses exclusively on the art of writing in English. The name of this new site is Writers Class the… Read More The Art of Writing | Our New Sister-Blog
© 2019 Vernon Miles Kerr, vernonmileskerr.com This is the third iteration of “Fluidics” The reader can use our Search feature to see how the poem has evolved. VMK Fluidics III Ego, Power, Political Influence, Hedonism, Flow inward To be absorbed, And then to rot — In the stench of the grave. Empathy, Human Kindness,… Read More Poetry | Fluidics III
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
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
The Black Wall © 2018, 2020 Vernon Miles Kerr, VernonMilesKerr.com, WritersClass.net At the end of Life’s path There’s a black granite wall which is polished and smooth And cannot be seen through. Though it is opaque with tenacious opacity It gladly reflects back our view of Eternity.