Tuesday, May 13, 2014

A Poem by Ken L. Jones

Two Octaves Below the Stone Quarry

My garden has grown calluses as we sip the wine of serpents
Night glows green and then shatters into brittle chocolate splinters
While the dead leaves fill an empty bottle long thrown down
Autumn is a boxful of ornaments a soft jungle sliding
A glistening betrothal to a red gingham unknown fiddle
The color or rotten apples that forages on the strands of roads.

Ken L. Jones has written everything from Donald Duck comic books to dialogue for the Freddy Krueger movies for the past thirty plus years.  In the last three years he has gained great notice for his vast publication of horror poetry which has appeared in many anthology books, blogs, magazines and websites and especially in his first solo book of poetry Bad Harvest and Other Poems.  He is also publishing recently in the many fine anthology poetry books that Kind of a Hurricane Press is putting out.

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