Kevin Reid – two poems

I sang to no one today

because I could hear your voice
telling me I’m selfish, moaning
cause I’m wearing black, again.

You’re too hip-hop to ever know
the value of Johnny Cash or
solitary confinement. In here

it’s quiet, out there it’s Sunday;
when the faithful hymn together
and others hangover in silence.

I turn on the radio;
love songs, no thanks.

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17th May 2015

We share our visit
with red carnations
and white roses.

Dad fills pots with water,
cuts stems, talking,
always talking.

Manna and me arrange,
Dylan waits
to lay his wreathed heart.

Photographs to share
with absent family.
Today is your birthday,

the first here,
the turf still healing.

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Kevin’s work can be found in various on-line and printed publications including: Under the Radar, The Interpreter’s House, Domestic Cherry, And Other Poems, The Open Mouse and Ink, Sweat and Tears. He’s the instigator of the on-line multimedia collaborations >erasure and >erasure ii and Wordless, an image and text collaboration with George Szirtes published by Knives, Forks and Spoons Press. He edits Nutshells and Nuggets, an on-line space for short poems.

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