With a cough and a cry
our bungalow grows
a little more crowded
with umbilical love
as if consciousness could
expand or wing itself
fly.
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Nobody in the chair
Nobody in the books
Nobody in the rain
—Jack Kerouac
“Long Island Chinese Poem Rain”
Nobody in the books
Nobody in the rain
—Jack Kerouac
“Long Island Chinese Poem Rain”
About Me
- Scott Keeney
- My poems have appeared in six books (most recently, Wahoo Sunset, 2019) and in journals such as Court Green, Failbetter, Mudlark, and New York Quarterly.
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