poet Keith Taylor

Keith Taylor

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  • D. Blakely (2/26/2019 12:01:00 PM)

    I found Taylor's THE BIRD-WHILE (title from Emerson) at my favorite bookstore in Ann Arbor (Literatti) and am now a late-finding, thankful for the find, fan. Taylor has taught me how to begin to appreciate the nano-second moments of perception in seeing, especially when applied to moments in nature.
    I wish CLIMATE-CHANGE DENIERS would read his work! ! !
    Thank you, Mr. Taylor.

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  • Keith Taylor (4/10/2018 11:02:00 AM)

    The first poem is not by the same Keith Taylor as the others. I have no idea who he is.

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  • Larry Galligan (3/21/2016 6:30:00 PM)

    Dear Keith Taylor

    I wanted to thank you for sharing your time and insights with the Chelsea Writers last Saturday. You were very welcoming of strangers which we all were really, also kindred with idiosyncrasies aside. I do remember vividly the occasion when a kind Samaritan women in the city lost her life on interstate twenty three. It bears repeating perhaps not how many times we ourselves pass the location where she bent down to save and nurture back to life but in ever unfolding holiest of scriptures and quaint tapestries, there she is listed forever star-bright in eternal night. I know we are bodily crushed and spiritually forsaken she did not return to her loved ones that night, or to work on a new day. Pity this world you and I are enjoined to, a world which did not follow her as love would immediately in haste to find her living still among the breathing, and there take a stand. Enough of such casualties; our hearts are broken so we demand what can be done! The event like all events is entwined in Gods memory no longer to claim as our very own.

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Prairie Fire

Uncertain about the difference
between his memory and the myth,
the thing he'd been told and what he'd seen,
he kept the image of rising clouds
of black smoke looming like dark mountains
to the west, with a flickering skirt
of fire growing larger, noisier,
dancing through the grass toward home.