Neil Kennedy

Neil Kennedy is a short form poetry enthusiast. He is a librarian with an M.F.A. in Creative Writing.

His recent publications include One Sentence Poems, The Road Not Taken, The Orchards, Right Hand Pointing, and Better Than Starbucks.

His poem, 'All Day After The Morning Our Dog Caught,' is included in the OPP contest anthology (on Amazon), 'The Best of Kindness.' You may read his poem vis this OPP page link.

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► Neil's microchaps & selected poems are available below. Download the single-page PDF by clicking the title then save to your files.

Origami Microchap
the beach says nothing
Click title to download PDF microchap Cover collage by JanK - Out of concern for COVID-19, I didn't visit the beach at all this summer. Missing it, I decided to write about the beach instead. These little poems are the result. - Neil Kennedy	He gives her flowers on the beach. They plant roses in the sand. Board games on the beach. Stopping play to watch the sand in the hourglass. A yellow jacket, surprising the picnicker, leaves the soda can. Not waiting in line, kids covet the gelato, hands against the glass. Walking on one’s own. conversation samples pass by on the boardwalk. Imagine. Whose house sits on that corner, watching the beach and the ocean? Outside the arcade, the kids get up to a game of paper football.	The car in the street sits waiting for bicycles to pass before it. Girl on a park bench Smiles and then looks away. A shirtless runner. Play ukulele in the park and discover how quiet it is. The beach says nothing. We argue on our blanket. The beach says nothing. The line for ice cream. The moon touches the ocean. The length of the year. • Neil Kennedy © 2020
Tiny House Poems
Click title to download PDF microchap. Cover collage by JanK with Change is Constant art by Lauri Burke •	The tick of my watch becomes louder when I place it face down on my desk. Pieces of puzzles mixed up in their boxes from summers ago. By the kitchen stove, bottles of olive oil hold olive oil. The clack of go stones on wood mixes with the sound of the sink dripping.	The names and borders have faded from the surface of my plastic globe. Do not be afraid, I say to my alarm clock. The alarm still sounds. The comfortable, smooth heads of nails holding the hard wood floor together. An upset basket spills fruit across the table. Life is a still life. • Neil Kennedy © 2020
Ignoring the Door
Click title to download PDF microchap. Cover collage by JanKeough • Every microchap may be downloaded for free from this website Download & save the PDF to your file. (Set printer for landscape)	The wind is my guest. It climbs in through the window, ignoring the door. Evening. You can feel the cold of the hardwood floor inside your socks. Having neglected to shovel my own sidewalk, I stroll through my town.	Tell me when you are done. I’ll throw you a funeral, potted daffodils. The blue jays have told the other birds in the woods their guests have arrived. You can see the creek through the trees in the winter when their leaves are gone. • Neil Kennedy © 2019

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