Ken e Bujold : Writing

Chinatown Sunday Morning

Chinatown Sunday Morning

A Poem by Ken e Bujold


'feels good to exercise the ghosts, now and then'
The Crooked

The Crooked

A Poem by Ken e Bujold


"written with my friend Stuart in mind"
Hard Times

Hard Times

A Poem by Ken e Bujold


Waiting on the lightat Seymour and Drake a fair weather lady asks, “what I need?” Fifty bucks... hell, back in the day,I'd ha..
Cambie Recollected

Cambie Recollected

A Poem by Ken e Bujold


Just two daysall I need to see the shiny peoplehaven't changed much since I went away. They've been busythese monument makers erecting mirrorsm..
Who Had Who When

Who Had Who When

A Poem by Ken e Bujold


It wasn't so much the questionsI asked then: who had had who whenseemed obvious enough. At thirteenhistory needed meat on the bones. Like a ch..
The Sailor's Song

The Sailor's Song

A Poem by Ken e Bujold


"can be read as a companion to The Seafarer"
The Peach Preservist

The Peach Preservist

A Poem by Ken e Bujold


"a true story, happening right now while you are reading"
Singapura, Riding the Tiger

Singapura, Riding the Tiger

A Poem by Ken e Bujold


Two sheets to the wind, one irateauntie in hot pursuitflip flops across the parkadeoblivious tothe noon-tide gaggle of teensuploading her stormy di..
Akimbo

Akimbo

A Poem by Ken e Bujold


I am winging to youthrough space perhaps too smallto hold the bull rushof my mercurial moods: Time is akimboheat bent through the prism of..
Sitting at the Feet of Ezra

Sitting at the Feet of Ezra

A Poem by Ken e Bujold


"Finally finished today"