Fiery Mars Destructive Pluto

I never thought to ask
why I was born in November.

A friend told me to count the months
backwards to Valentines day.

A Hallmark created holiday
vanished my parents’ mid-life divorce.

So that is why my first four months lived
felt winter’s frost daily.

And why I live the paradox of being
a desert animal that wears the sign of water.

copyright © 2022 Kenneth P. Gurney


A silk scarf hints sweet balm.
A bee hovers midair.
A fingertip nudge.
Moistened lips glisten.
Incoming honey light spear.
Infinite prism subsets scatter.
Widening temptation.
A syllable caught on inhaled breath.
A sharp amber bulb.
White shudder impact.
Cupid’s rubber tipped arrow adheres to glass.

copyright © 2020 Kenneth P. Gurney