Moving On | Organic Reading of Pilkington's Poem
Upon first reading of the poem, I found myself instantly connected to the speaker. My entire life, I have been very introverted. As a...
Catcall
I’m walking downtown-- Screech-- A mismatched car losing Its paint stops. The driver who Looks just like the men On the street, ...
On Kevin Pilkington's Poetry
“In clean lines and tenderly orchestrated sentences Pilkington lets the inconsequentials we mostly live among add up to a life known and...
Long as a Quart of Milk
Once I undressed a tree, got a splinter in my thumb and decided that was it for one night stands. The woman next door who dresses in...