while you were alive the only clue
signaling the start of the season was
the smell of fresh baked cookies
you in the kitchen shooing
everyone into the living room
your apron splattered with AP flour
arthritic hands working the dough
into something magical
I remember those christmases spent
with you and how
there was nothing about paper and bows
pretty ribbon and carols you didn’t love
until the Christmas you forgot what
the holidays were for
and we unwrapped your gifts for you
told you what they were
and reminded you of our names as you held
our faces in your hands
reading skin like braille, all our bumps and bruises
telling the story of our lives
one deep furrow at a time
Kevin’s poems have been found at SheilaNaGig online, The Slipstream, Triggerfish Critical Review, West Trade Review, Main Street Rag and others.
He has work forthcoming in Barely South, Mantis, Gyroscope and Hive Avenue Literary Journal.
His work in "Rubicon: Words and art inspired by Oscar Wildes De Profundis" was nominated for a Pushcart prize and has since been nominated for another Pushcart and a Best of Net.