Bill Kimzey

The Sense of Grief                 “The countless that love caused to lose their lives” – Dante Inferno, Canto V Cinderella and other ...

Shipwrecked Bone-tired, salt-sprayed for years exhaustion washed longing from my body. I listen for a siren and welcome rocks. ...

"God came; she saw; she conquered,” said Jesus. When asked about the meek and all the other blessed people, his mom wouldn't elabo...

John and I used this poem, among other props, to discuss my guilt. He says I am constantly surveying the landscape, the walls around me, the...

Corona Tambora erupts and smears chrome yellow all over. The sun blurs behind storm clouds. Yellow wind froths waves, and foam tumbles ...

The Tree Open the door and inside, the bible and prayer. I hear all the words and sprout leaves. I don’t want to bear more fruit but I...

I dwell in Possibility— A fairer House than Prose— More numerous of Windows— Superior—for Doors— Of Chambers as the Cedars— Impregnabl...