Kevin Kuzma

QUOTABLE

WELCOME TO THE SITE

Words are my only evidence that I have a shadow in this world. Only with a commitment to notebook and pen, early mornings in cold leather-backed chairs or empty dining room tables - and opening my senses - am I able to coax them out.

Snow Today
Saturday, February 28th, 2009

Picnic tables at the cafe sit vacant with chairs pushed out, the black wrought iron dusted with slight snow. About six inches fell in the night, and it would appear as though it was a surprise storm in the earliest hors of morning that interrupted some lonesome couple’s dinner together or maybe a coffee date not far off the sidewalk. The soft coat made the rooms in this town a shade brighter for the people to wake up to, and brought the world a white-gray dullness. (more…)

Snow in the Pasture
Thursday, December 18th, 2008

Snow began falling at dusk, which, in the softening light, made it nearly impossible to distinguish its strength. Once the sun finally set, the flakes could be discerned as big and far-spaced – the signs of a wet snow – and yet there was accumulation. What seemed like a harmless blowing storm from the warmth of home was more treacherous to anyone moving about in the fencerows and pastures. (more…)