by Kent Pilkington | Aug 2, 2017 | Introspective, Writing
Not to an enemy, but to a caring friend who points with gentle tenderness where I still need to grow and love and accept and forgive. Not to a speaker of the word, but to me. To forgive the past hurts and scars too long held. To let go of the pain and bitterness of...
by Kent Pilkington | Apr 19, 2017 | Introspective, Writing
What is the Nature of Your Strength? What is the nature of your strength, My Love? Is it parapets and towers, with moats and showers of piercing arrows that drop men dead, and make their tombs among the bowers? How have you stayed intact, My Love? Have you kept...
by Kent Pilkington | Mar 13, 2017 | Romantic, Writing
I want the chance to know you more. Including all the little things. Like various trivial biographical details, And what you think of birds and snails. Your favorite colors and time of year, The music that you like to hear. And still I want to know you more. Including...
by Kent Pilkington | Feb 19, 2017 | Whimsical, Writing
Mr. Badger Beard There’s a badger that grows upon my face. He fancies himself a beard. He starts out scratchy and softens up, but still feels itchy and weird. The part that grows underneath my nose likes to steal sips from my drink He laps it up and laughs at me...
by Kent Pilkington | Jun 14, 2014 | Introspective, Writing
A million words are thrown a million times passing through the space of the absent armor that was cast aside and abandoned for the passionate strength of vulnerability. Passing through my soul without a home. But one in a million, rather than passing by unslowed,...
