Kevin BrownThe Beloved CountryI’m going to the country, where the wild breezes blow Like whispers through the cottonwood groves. I’ll be taking off my shoes where the…Apr 22, 2016Apr 22, 2016
Kevin BrownFallowThere’s no harvest, and there’s no yield There’s no profit in a fallow field Just hitchhiker seeds in the blowing dust Weeds growing…Feb 28, 2016Feb 28, 2016
Kevin BrownBook of SkiesThere’s a full moon tonight, it’s high as a kite, And it looks like it might cause a scene. With that spark in your eyes, and such…Feb 18, 2016Feb 18, 2016
Kevin BrownHands of TimeAll the pretty girls are growing older. I don’t know why they always want to call me “sir”. The tattooed ponies prance across their…Feb 7, 2016Feb 7, 2016
Kevin BrownA Murder of RavensA murder of ravens waits in the wings Folded like napkins, their black eyes are watching The deer in the headlights, the screech of the…Jan 31, 20162Jan 31, 20162
Kevin BrownAt the End of the DayAt the end of the day when it all comes down To a quiet breath or a crashing sound A train in the distance, or a siren’s whine An echo…Jan 25, 20161Jan 25, 20161