Ted Kniffen : Writing

Magnetewan

Magnetewan

A Poem by Ted Kniffen


Magnetewan The sun settles below the pines, a late afternoon wind whips waves to froth. We power our canoe forward ..
Deletions

Deletions

A Poem by Ted Kniffen


Deletions With a gnarled finger politely poised above a button he sweats the decision to delete the expend..
Genuine Solitude

Genuine Solitude

A Poem by Ted Kniffen


GENUINE SOLITUDE Genuine solitude is little more than the sound of gulls and the sea. When the wind’s restless r..
Breaking Camp

Breaking Camp

A Poem by Ted Kniffen


Breaking Camp The day’s grown old, the wind unravels in green branches At the edge of the wood, thin te..
Dear God

Dear God

A Poem by Ted Kniffen


Might as well get in on the act
Loss

Loss

A Poem by Ted Kniffen


An idea from a review
The Struggle

The Struggle

A Poem by Ted Kniffen


The Struggle I’d save you all if I could trust myself. But, I can’t save myself if I don’t trust yo..
Empty Rooms

Empty Rooms

A Poem by Ted Kniffen


EMPTY ROOMS We cannot return to dance in vacant rooms. To weep within crumpled paint; or bounce screams agains..
On His First Death

On His First Death

A Poem by Ted Kniffen


On His First Death The dream never varies. It begins with my mother screaming hysterically in my grandfather’s kitchen. ..
Harvest

Harvest

A Poem by Ted Kniffen


Harvest Deep-rooted farmer tends to his field, hastens to gather the end of the yield. Between fading rows a harvester gl..