W.k.kortas : Writing

In Which Topper Layden Buries His Dog

In Which Topper Layden Buries His Dog

A Poem by W.k.kortas


He had, when it became clear The dog was on his last legs,Went to a canine memorial concern,One of those somewhat well-intentioned marketing brainstor..
In Which Klipspringer Retrieves His Tennis Shoes

In Which Klipspringer Retrieves His Tennis Shoes

A Poem by W.k.kortas


He’d been able, after some gentle persistence,To wheedle his way into the place(He’d been vaguely recognized by the caretaker,A certain af..
the lady in autumn

the lady in autumn

A Poem by W.k.kortas


She would never dream of arriving at a sessionLooking like a first take--not like the bass playerWith his shirt collar rising and rollingLike some unp..
a scene from whatever this all is

a scene from whatever this all is

A Poem by W.k.kortas


It was a trip which was essential, one supposes,Though the notion that one must parseWhich forays into the outdoors Require self-justification(If we a..
calling hours for butchie pennock

calling hours for butchie pennock

A Poem by W.k.kortas


These gatherings had become somewhat regular,A short drive for most involved,Having stayed behind once the mill closed(There were the odd out-of-state..
In Which Mr. Mulligan Pays A Periodic Visit

In Which Mr. Mulligan Pays A Periodic Visit

A Poem by W.k.kortas


His wife no longer argues the pointWhen he announces that Tommy is stopping by,Simply bringing forth a woebegone soundReminiscent of a November wind w..
petrov's choice

petrov's choice

A Poem by W.k.kortas


There werechildren, sweethearts,shared Moscows, Odessas,So I whispered Ready, aim butnot fire.
gepetto and son, sans pere

gepetto and son, sans pere

A Poem by W.k.kortas


The acquisition of a son With an adequate corporeality, albeit with certain caveats, Certain limitations in terms of progeny and posterity..
The Man Who Wrote Letters To His Coat Pockets

The Man Who Wrote Letters To His Coat Pockets

A Poem by W.k.kortas


Its color sat somewhere on the spectrum between brown and gray (Such things being dependent on vagaries of the light, And the perspectiv..
fallen upon

fallen upon

A Poem by W.k.kortas


We do not, perhaps, expect the very sky To descend upon us, all chunks and wedges As it did upon the simple, deluded chick Of the nurser..