Vinnie Kinsella's Page

Photos of My Late Grandfather

My face, his image, her pain.
How could a mother in 1978
embrace reflections of a man
buried in 1964?

Do’s and Don’t’s

Dear Sir or Madam,

This letter is to inform you that I will count my chickens before they’ve hatched and put off until tomorrow what I could have done today. I will pick my books solely on their covers and reject any gift horses that don’t have a nice set of chompers. I will tug on Supeman’s cape, spit into the wind, pull the mask off the old Lone Ranger, and start a full-on brawl with Jim. I will cry like a baby over the milk that I spill and rub you any way I deem app… Continue

My Filthy Soul

Upside down I turned my body
wash and squeezed
the vacant bottle.

Is there nothing that can cleanse me?

At River Maiden

Give me a
black cup of joe in
a white porcelain cup
with a pink sugar pack
and a small silver spoon
for the emerald eyed gal with
the red curly hair and the
blue miniskirt

Please

Devotion

Precisely at midnight his fingers stroked the keys.
The game was afoot, and he was afloat:
twenty-nine poems to go.