Kenneth SalzmannAnother Gray Afternoon in GuernicaAnother Gray Afternoon in GuernicaMar 9, 2020Mar 9, 2020
Kenneth SalzmannThe last Jazz fan slipped from the world one nightThe Last Jazz FanFeb 6, 2020Feb 6, 2020
Kenneth SalzmannAbout those people on your contact who’ve passed away . . .Press ‘Delete’? (a poem)Feb 2, 2020Feb 2, 2020
Kenneth SalzmannSometimes It Takes a Chisel to Find the Poem Within the Poem“I can’t write five words but that I change seven.” — Dorothy ParkerFeb 1, 2020Feb 1, 2020
Kenneth SalzmannEvers to Cubs to CooperstownWith Spring Training just around the corner and another baseball season within sight for those of us who are weary of winter, it seems…Jan 30, 2020Jan 30, 2020
Kenneth SalzmannRemember civility in politics? Of course not!How about that time beloved Martha Washington called an equally beloved “Founding Father” detestable?Jan 27, 2020Jan 27, 2020
Kenneth SalzmannStrokes of GeniusTen or twelve years ago, I received a letter from a longtime friend, a remarkable woman who first came into my life more than four decades…Jan 26, 2020Jan 26, 2020
Kenneth SalzmannReading between the lines“I love old books. They tell you stories about their use. You can see where the fingerprints touched the pages as they held the book open…Jan 26, 2020Jan 26, 2020
Kenneth SalzmannThe photographs that got awayI have a theory, or at least a hunch.Jan 26, 2020Jan 26, 2020
Kenneth SalzmannFrom the Copper Canyon TrainSouls spent, the ancestors take their placesJan 25, 2020Jan 25, 2020